Eclipse and Brook
A story about Winter and Spring
"Hush, Brook. It's almost time." The young elf stroked his little Aeridini fondly with one pale, blue hand. Brook growled at the colourful, leaping figures below the clifftop, baring her tiny, white teeth.
"It's almost time," He repeated, glaring at the faeries below with a burning hatred that could melt a hundred blocks of ice. Carefully, he fingered the slash on his face, flinching from the stinging pain. Brook looked at him mournfully with those large, dark eyes and nuzzled her friend. Eclipse, for that was the Dark Elf's name, inhaled the cool, fresh air.
"The flowers are closing. The leaves are drooping. It is time." He plucked a bundle of petals from Brook's pretty, blue and cream tail. Then, carefully, oh so carefully, he tugged at the thick, rubbery disks and shredded them into thin strips. Eclipse's shining eyes shined even brighter, and he blew. Away, the petals flew, higher and higher without any aid from the breeze. Silence smothered them like a blanket as the broken petals flew and a great cloud formed. The Faeries below gasped in horror at the huge, grey shape and scurried away.
"Yesss," The Elf hissed. "Run away like the pathetic creatures you are." He raised his hands, as if to wrap them around the whole, wide world.
"This is my land now." Then the snow began to fall.
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