So this is just a short story, after failing utterly with my last fic, I have decided writting shorter chapters, which will hopefully make people at least read.
So before I start, I wanna throw in a few comments. I inspired this story in a scientific hypothesis named Gaia, here's the wikipedia link for those who don't know it:
If you haven't heard about Gaia yet, I'd advise you to take a look at the above article because it'll be hard to understand the REAL meaning behind this without knowing Gaia.
And because I'm afraid no one will understand anything behind this because it doesn't slap you with obviousnessy, I'll just throw a quick hint, this is all written in a metaphorical sense of things, so don't take everything literally. That's all I'll say, hopefully someone will understand xO.
Other note, this is just a one-shot attempt, not a full fiction with a lasting story, see this more as a tale. For this reason, this will only have 2 chapters, actually one would be enough be apparently people here don't like reading a good ammount of text at a time so I'll make it easier for you.
Oh also, yes no Sa-mii-Marioz or Pokemanz.
Ok, here it is:
Gaya
Everyday, they played. They’d play every morning, every afternoon, every evening: they’d boundlessly play. The four young children; cheerful as the typical ingenuity of their early age allowed them, careless like the clean-minded, trustworthy close friends they were.
This loyal group of friends meandered, they roamed free of destiny, exploring ever-extending horizons, inquisitive, investigative: they played.
At nighttime though, the lustrous shadow queen reigned. Every night, she’d set her people free from the shackles of her dark egocentrism, her insatiable, arrogant thirst for power, only to leave the poor and hopeless shadows wander in a never-ending quest for the obscure light the careless queen had selfishly kept all to herself.
And so, they’d stop playing, they’d return to their shelters. They’d closely gather around the rising, incandescent light: cheerful, yet tired, the four children would sleep together to find shelter in their virginal, uncorrupted dreams; where they’d explore, and play.
Their careless sleep would last throughout the whole night; until the aubade king arrived to reclaim its reign of unconditional freedom. The lush queen would then shine her corrupted light on her minions one last time, just so they’d follow her mischievous call, and be once again trapped in a despairing, hopeless lie, when she’d draw one last, sadistic smile of satisfaction, to finally put an end to her cruel monarchy.
The fiery-hearted king, unlike the queen, was a caring ruler. He’d work arduously to share his graceful, strong-willed light with everything around it, spreading a lily-white beam of purity over the monotonous picture the egocentrical queen had left behind.
And so, the four children would exit their shelters. They’d stop roaming through the ever-extending horizons and put their ingenuous journey to an end: they’d stop playing.
When the bright king would rise, though, the four friends would gather around his devoted light and boundlessly roam through his naïvely clean essence of infinite radiance.
The four children would then meander for new horizons. They would boundlessly explore, everyday, every night, they would play.
One, yet another day, the four young children were side-by-side roaming the ever-stretching green plains.
Today, they would play.
“What game should we play today?” one of the kids asked to her friends with a cheerful, somehow clumsy tone, raising her hands in interrogation.
She was the most active child from the four friends. Her constant whistling, crackling noises, relaxed posture: a marking positive presence in the group.
By her side stood a timid, tranquil figure. Eyes fixed in the pulpous ground as taking shelter in his own thoughts, the boy released a faint sigh: “I don’t know…”
“Hey all then, let’s play I don’t know, shall we?!” Exclaimed the other girl in a playful intonation, while staring at its quiet friend, making him trigger a soft smile.
“Listen, I’ve got an idea!” the last child said while raising his pointing finger. “Let’s play tag!”
As he raised his voice in a manner of expression, the other three children nodded their heads with enthusiasm, suggesting agreement.
“But!,” the decided kid raised his voice once again, as his friends were just about to set off in a run. “We have a problem…” he added in a stressful tone, lowering his head.
“Who’s ‘it’?”
As he finished pronouncing these words, a climate of expectation settled among the four children. They looked at each others, eyes and face expression applying pressure over their targets.
“Oh I won’t.” declared the cheerful girl as she broke the silence.
“Don’t count on me!” the playful girl stressed while waving her hands.
“Hey I had the idea of playing this, it’d be unfair if I was it!” argumented the discerning boy.
And silence was made again. The environment had turned quite uneasy by now, no one would move, blink.
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