Prisms
Opening the day was two souls at conflict, amongst the shadow that guarded them under the weeping, twisted tree. Backs against each other's, arms crossed and expression stern. It was Yilvana and Hunter at odds.
As soon as Serenity spotted both of her children, she sighed, realising where the two of them were. She approached with a delicate pastry, and the two reluctantly took it, sharing the delicious treat between themselves. Escaping into the shadows was beautiful beams of descending light, dancing elegantly in perfect harmony, overlapping and crossing. These were dazzling to both the young minds.
Watching them from a distance, their mother rest on the grass with a sense of security. Not keeping a single eye off them. She was at peace, seeing her children amazed at a little light. Flashing was the memories of her own childhood, the fascinated faces of her children reminded herself of who she was. And somewhat who she still is.
The two siblings drifted in a world of amazement and the mother felt the blazing hot winds of awareness, as if the the future was responding to her song of prayer. So she stood, taking a few glances around to see any seeable concerns.
There it was, the man in black kimono, his sword drawn in the bushes, the rays of sun reflecting off of the very blade. Serenity dashed over, and then the ominous man made his attack and charged towards the children. She wrapped her arms around the innocent youngsters, the man hovered over with his scabbard raised. Then Serenity saw the shadow of the weapon dive towards her back and she prayed to herself silently as to her. It was all over.
Suddenly, an abrupt action was made, another man wearing viridian coloured clothing had his blade parried to the opposing sabre. He gazed down and nodded to Serenity as she ushered herself and the children off. Halting as she felt she was at a safe distance it was at that moment, the man in viridian fell like a rain drop. Blood tainting his very existence, whilst onlookers screamed for assistance. The man in black and with the crimson dressed blade, faded into the shadows; as if his whole entity left the darkened atmosphere, the world itself. However, he was soon confronted and dealt with accordingly. As for the person in viridian, he was a hero to the humble and thankful unionist.
After this experience, Serenity always keeps her eyes on her children, always thinking of them, never letting a single one leave her very acknowledgement.
One day, Serenity and her children sat by that same weeping tree, gazing lazily at the beams emitting from above. A sudden face was seen, the same viridian figure. He held out his prism pendant and held it to the rays, soon after it refracted and caused a rainbow to scale the very grassland before them. At this point it was good to say, they were all just white light - ready to be split apart and into new birthing things. They were just prisms, ready to refract whenever they were set to bloom and evolve into better people. Through life's experiences.
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