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Beyond the crows up above you will find an angel. This angel has a pair of wings with gray fluttery feathers, and long curly black hair with eyes the color of gold. During the night, the angel would cast blessings over the snoozing animals and humans leaving behind a trail of sparkles wherever they flew, creating a symphony of beautiful illuminated specks that shortly dispersed into the air like envisioning a fleeting gift.

During the day, the angel watched over the land from up above, gliding by all the rowdy villages on their firm, yet fluffily cozy white cloud. The angel has an unwavering sense of duty and determination to protect the species of the lands all alike, with their silver bow and hasty arrows fighting off any malicious intercosmic entity who dares to disturb the eternal peace the angel believes is deserved and seeks to defend. The angel has been repeating this cycle secretively, for hundreds upon hundreds of years.

One gloomy day, a figure from out of that world fell into the atmosphere at an unimaginably swift rate. It ripped through the clouds, not so far from where the angel was lounging on their own while overseeing a village. Alarmed, the angel hurriedly rose up and flew down to figure out what had entered.

Just as the angel arrived and set their wings, the people of that village were already crowding around the massive crater the figure was in, dust and debris from now demolished tiles created a puff in the surrounding air making it hard to see just what is inside.

The people were in a state of confusion, then suddenly noticed the angel's appearance.

“Look, is that a massive bird?”

“No, that's an angel of course!”

“Is that seriously an angel?”

“Angels don’t exist you idiot!”

Numerous murmurs and noises emitted from the confused crowd.

The angel, in a state of urgency, sighed and spoke up to the crowd.

“Please, move away from the crater! There’s a mysterious being in there, and it may very well be dangerous!”

The people, now all frightened and exclaiming, heeded the words of the angel and backed away from the crater.

The angel moved closer, bow in hand and arrow in the other, aiming at the moving figure inside of the crater, ready to strike.

Just before the angel let go of their arrow, the dust had dispersed enough for everyone to see who was inside.

The figure took the shape of a human with wavy blond hair and eyes the color of night, tattered black clothes, and bruises from the fall all over their body. Slowly, they raised up, coughing and dusting themselves off.

The angel, still aiming at the figure, spoke. “Who are you and where have you come from?”

The figure glanced at their own hand, then up at the angel.

“My name is Angus,” Said the figure. “You already know exactly who I am.”

“That's not true, how would I have known who you are? You broke into this atmosphere, and you haven’t answered my second question.” Says the angel, growing even more wary by the second.

The people were all quiet in fear, watching the scene before them play out.

“Yes you do!” Exclaimed Angus, jumping out of the crater and landing a few feet before the angel, surprising them.

“Stay back or I will shoot you! State where you came from now.”

“Relax, dear angel, or should I call you Ciro?” Angus said crossing their arms, but not moving an inch.

“How do you know my name?” Asks the angel, eyebrows raised but still not wavering.

“That's because…” Angus mutters, facing the crowd of people watching. “This “angel” before you all, is a fraud! I am the real angel!”

The crowd, now shaken again, starts looking back and forth at Ciro and Angus.

“What nonsense are you sputtering? You are clearly no angel!” Ciro exclaims. “You better stop this right now, my patience is wearing thin.”

“Entities who can steal the abilities of other entities exist.” Explains Angus. “You, Ciro, stole my abilities and ripped my wings off of me to put them on your own body. And are now posing as a true heroine? Despicable!” Angus exclaimed with knitted eyebrows, pointing an accusing finger at Ciro.

“Liar! I haven’t done such a thing! You clearly are trying to accuse me falsely of fraud. Enough of this, i’ll shoot you right now and-”

“Wait!” A guy shouted from the crowd. Everyone stopped and turned to look at who interrupted the dispute. “Don’t shoot them, or we’ll just think you're lying! If you really are the true angel then prove it!”

“Exactly!” Angus triumphs at the suggestion and points at Ciro. “Prove you're the real angel!”

“And how exactly am I supposed to do that?” Asks the angel. “You’ll claim that anything I do is a stolen ability, won't you?”

“No, there's a way. Let's compete. A true angel has 3 exceptional traits, determination, strength, and creativity. Why don’t we see who can win by the end of the day? And whoever loses should accept being captured and punished as a fraud. And well, you give my abilities back.”

“You think I'm gonna lo…” The angel mutters angrily, glaring at Angus. Finally, the angel lowers their bow and puts it away. “Fine, you cannot beat me anyway.”

“Then it's final! Since you're ever so confident in winning, you won’t mind me choosing our battles, will you?” Angus asks, smirking at Ciro.

“Go ahead.”

“Very well. First, for determination, there's a deep river south from here right? Why don’t we jump in and see who can hold our breaths the longest?” Asks Angus.

“Fine by me, let's all go there together, and the people can judge who wins it or not.” Says Ciro, already heading to the direction of the river. “And you, Angus, stay in front of me. I don’t want you running away or secretly creating havoc.”

“Fine.” Angus hurriedly walks in front of Ciro, as the people from the village follow along behind.

It wasn't before long until everyone arrived at the river.

“I will count down, and then we both jump in at the same time.” Angus suggests.

“Alright, do so.” Ciro mumbles, walking up to the river.

“3, 2, 1!”

Both Angus and Ciro breathe in and jump into the river.

A couple seconds later, Ciro vision finally adjusts, and looks around, but Angus is nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, Ciro feels something around their ankle, and looks down.

There, Angus is gripping onto Ciro’s ankle, pulling them down deeper into the water.

Ciro, surprised but cannot lose breath and shout, tries arduously kicking at Angus, who looks back up at Ciro with an evil grin, seemingly being able to breath perfectly fine under water.

Then, Angus let go, and before Ciro could swim away, punched Ciro in the chest.

Ciro then understood what was happening. Angus, who could breathe well underwater, was trying to make Ciro lose and quit sooner.

But the more Ciro tried to move away, the stronger the urge of needing air, yet if they didn't try to move away, Angus would continuously beat them. Ciro couldn’t win this one.

In the end, it was Ciro’s whos head was the first to emerge from the river. Then, there was a clear victor.

“Well, looks like there's a winner!” Shouts Angus, whose head emerged second. Everyone cheered, but eyed Ciro now with suspicion now planted in them.

“You cheater! You fought me underwater! You could clearly breathe too!” Shouted Ciro. “This isn’t fair!”

“No, you could’ve fought back. And either way, I could’ve still been out of breath. I was both moving and fighting you, which drains more energy and uses more breath, after all. Clearly you're just weak, you fraud!” Angus shouted.

“Please enough!” Someone from the crowd shouted. “It's already decided because you came out first so Angus wins, so onto the next one okay?”

“You know what, it is fine. I agree, onto the next challenge.” mumbles Ciro.

“Well now that that's settled,” Angus smirks, “The next one should be creativity. Why don’t we simply paint, and the people can judge whose painting is the beautifulest? The village can provide the paint, right?”

The people of the village nodded, and everyone started heading back.

While everyone was heading towards the village, Ciro saw something in the sky and stopped. It was too far to make out what it was, but before Ciro decided to take flight and check out what it was, Angus called back to Ciro.

“What, are you nervous already? Hurry up!” yelled Angus.

“Enough, I'm going.” Said Cirus, fluttering back to the crowd.

In the center of the village stood 2 massive canvases across and facing away from each other, paints of all colors next to them.

“Here we are. Now, how long must we paint for?” Asks Ciro, standing in front of a canvas.

“Hm…how about an hour?” Asks Angus. “Should be enough time, no?”

“Okay. Then, I’ll agree, let's begin then.”

“3, 2, 1.. Go.”

Both Ciro and Angus picked up their paint brushes and got to work.

Though, Ciro didn’t know what to paint. Hesitantly, Ciro dipped their paintbrush into a random color, but still had no idea what to paint.

As time passed, 10 minutes, then 20, Angus seemed to be working well, and people behind them awed at their progressing work. On the other hand, Ciro was still struggling to envision something to paint.

Soon enough, 30 minutes had passed, and still, Ciro’s canvas remained blank, not a single streak of paint on it.

Suddenly, Ciro’s eyes widened.

It was like they had a blessing themself casted on them, and Ciro began to paint on their wings.

The people of the village who were mainly behind Angus and their canvas, peaked over at Ciro to see what they were doing. And were shocked, doing so.

Every feather of their wing Ciro had painted, it would be pressed onto the canvas. More and more people started to crowd behind Ciro and their art, muttering and marveling at the sight.

Angus, who looked around perplexed, wanted to see what Ciro was doing but couldn’t, so they continued their work, confused.

Soon, the hour was over and both participants were done.

“Now, let's push the canvases side by side and look at them.” Says Angus.

Both pushed their canvases, and the people once again cheered.

On the right, there was a painting of a rift, inside was the opening to the universe with stars and an ombre of purples, blues and blacks. This was Angus’s painting.

On the left, there was a painting using white, grays, and gold, depicting a grand castle with detailed looking feathers on the wings of numerous angels surrounding it. This was Ciro’s painting.

The people who gathered before both paintings started chattering, deciding and judging on whose painting was better as Angus and Ciro stood next to each other, one whose wings were covered in paint, and the other’s whose hands were covered in paint. Both stood together as Angus grinned at Ciro, and as Ciro glared at Angus.

Waiting for the announced winner, Ciro looked up at the sky. Being able to tell what was in the sky now, it looked like there was a fracture up in the sky, and had seemed to have gotten larger than before. For some reason it looked familiar, a lot like Angus’s…

“Okay! We’ve made up our mind!” Someone shouted from the crowd. “We think the winner should be...Ciro !”

“Ah! Thank you! Very much!” Cheered Ciro. “You all will receive my blessings!

“Ahem, you mean my blessings?” Mutters Angus. “Well anyway, congrats I guess. It's a tie now, but you're not beating me this time. Because this last challenge will be a battle.. In the air!” Angus exclaims, crossing their arms and suddenly rising into the air. “This way, dear “angel”. Let's fight outside of the village’s radius!”

“Wait!” Shouted Ciro, who spread their wings and dove upwards into the air following Angus.

Ciro withdrew their bow and Angus revealed piercing claws, both in the air, a couple feet from each other.

“Well then, for this last battle, you can count down.” Says Angus, slyly grinning at Ciro.

“...Alright. Once you lose, I'll give you the honor of leaving instead of being captured. And if you don’t I will make you. All of this today has been a complete stretch.” Ciro spoke, glaring at Angus and preparing their bow.

“Ooh, why, you're so magnanimous, our dear angel! And yet so bold. Sure then! We’ll see the outcome.”

“3..2..1..!”

Ciro and Angus’s battle had begun.

From up above, barrages of arrows and the motion of swiping claws can be seen, yet it was too fast to actually understand what was happening.

A few minutes have gone by, and both Ciro and Angus separated from their duel, a wide range of space between them as they caught their breath, the ombre of an orange and red sunset encapsulating them.

Ciro had only tiny scratches, as Angus was bleeding from parts of their arm and torso made from arrows that flew by, but never actually got hit by one.

It seemed to be quite a fair duel, yet a clear victor among them.

That was, until a cannonball was fired from below, aiming at Ciro.

Ciro quickly turned and managed to dodge it, but just as they did, Angus used that time to claw Ciro's face, and knocked Ciro using a kick with all Angus’s might down, to the village below crashing against a fruit stand.

“What happened?” Asks Angus as they repeatedly claw at the defenseless Ciro, still bleeding from their face.

Ciro grunted in pain, as they were pushed again and flew back onto the wall of a cottage which shook it entirely.

“What's wrong, dear “angel”? Can’t speak? Does it hurt that bad? Well, I'm sure we can see who the clear victor is now, right? Lock that fraud of an angel up!” Angus said, raising their hand in triumph, blood on their claw from the barrage trickling down.

The people of the village were stunned and quiet. But shortly, a clap was heard. Then another. Then another, and everyone, once again cheered, as it was now clear to them who their fierce angel truly was.

Ciro, still bleeding and in pain, shakingly rose up, and watched how everyone clapped, and clapped for Ciro’s very own fraud.

Then, some people with chains and bats started running up to Ciro in anger. “You're a liar!” They called out. “Get them!”

Ciro, dazed by what was happening and shocked by all the yelling and shouting that was coming after them, immediately rose up into the air and tried to fly away.

But before they could get far, they felt like something had teared off from them. Ciro tremblingly turned their head to their side and realized one of their wings was ripped off, and they crashed back down into the village.

Ciro, devastatingly in pain had pulled out their bow and was ready to face Angus again, fleeing for the time being or fighting was a choice, but backing down certainly wasn't.

As Ciro turned around, they heard the angry shouts now turned into ones of cries. Ciro's eyes widened to the scene before them.

There, up in the sky, vast amounts of entities were coming from the massive fracture in the sky that was barely so visible before, and so many were crashing and gliding down into the village or dispersing into other places of the world.

The sky was polluted with entities, and the village was polluted with chaos, and the wounded Ciro could only watch, as there were far too many to even be a threat to the violent beings.

Angus slowly emerged back down from the sky in front of Ciro, laughing at the sight of them.

“While I kept you distracted with the challenges, that fracture that I ripped into the atmosphere and crashed down from was growing larger just so they could enter in.” Says Angus cheerfully. “Many beings have wanted to infiltrate this world for so long, but you chased and fought them all away, haven’t you, dear angel? Well take a look around now. This is finally ours! Oh, and shout out to the cannonball user, they snuck in after I fell and you didn’t notice a thing because you were so concerned about me. Hahaha…”

Angus takes a couple steps closer and looks down at Ciro, who is avoiding their glance.

“Well anyway, you’ve spent all this time so lonely, right? I mean seriously, looking after humans day and night… But you have a ton of company now. Will you graciously join us and be spared, dear angel?”

Ciro shuts their eyes tightly for a moment.

Then finally, looks up at Angus, fiercely in their eyes.

“No.” Speaks Ciro weakly. “I've been entrusted to this world by a deity greater than you and I, a very long time ago. I've fulfilled my duty to the lands of this world, and so you all will soon perish as well.”

“..Hahaha.. Foolish angel” Angus giggles.

“Sure.. whatever you say. Suit yourself then..” Angus mutters, now raising their claws at the frail, wounded angel.

Ciro, defeated, takes one final glance at the havoc around them before their execution, centuries of effort and dedication deceased. Now, they could only kneel solemnly but in misery. The blessing of eternal peace diminished, and the world in pure chaos, a cataclysmic curse.

(This is an updated version I revised some parts, please read my bio/enjoy!)

(This was meant to have more of a childish/fairytale tone.)

There once was a little highness.

The little highness lived in a little castle. A castle that was in the center of a village.

This village atmosphere was always so alive and cheerful.

But the little highness was always scared of being around their people.

This time, the little highness wanted to change. The little highness wanted to understand and feel the same way the village felt, so the little highness went to seek out and make some friends.

The little highness during their walk in a little park found a kid, standing there, lonely.

“Do you want to be friends?” The little highness asked the boy.

“Um.. ok.” Says the boy.

The little highness then went on, day after day trying arduously to play with, humor, and keep the boy around.

But the boy for some reason always seemed distant from the little highness.

The little highness typically was the one who asked the boy if they wanted to play.

The little highness typically was the one who tried to induce conversations with

the boy.

But the boy still seemed to stay distant, never making their presence aware for the little highness anytime the little highness tried or couldn’t find them, and sometimes even ignored the little highness.

At last, the little highness thought that maybe the boy just didn’t like them.

The little highness then became very sad.

But, the little highness also felt annoyed.

Then came the shout of the big highness, who lived in the little highness's head.

“YOU'RE JUST BORING!” Big highness shouted.

“OTHER PEOPLE CAN DO THIS BETTER THAN YOU.”

“Please stop! That can’t be true! I can’t be boring!” The little highness shouted back.

The big highness retaliated. “FINE. GO TRY TO MAKE MORE FRIENDS. I WILL PROVE YOU WRONG.”

The little highness, reluctant to agree with the big highness, decided to try again.

The little highness took a walk in the park again, and this time, found a little girl, standing there, lonely.

“Do you want to be friends?” The little highness asked.

“Well, ok.” Says the girl.

The little highness then went on for the entire afternoon, trying arduously to play with, humor, and keep the girl around.

But the next day, the girl seemed distant.

She seemed to be looking for someone else to keep her company. She seemed to be uninterested with the little highness, as she swayed her head from the left to the right.

And then, the little highness saw a prince walk up to her. The girl then smiled brightly, laughing, chatting, and walking away with the prince.

The little highness then became very sad.

But, the little highness also felt confused.

“Why can’t I make friends?” The little highness wondered in perplexity.

Then came the shout of the big highness who lived in the little highness’s head.

“YOU'RE JUST BORING!” the big highness shouted.

“OTHER PEOPLE CAN DO THIS BETTER THAN YOU!”

“No! That can’t be true!” The little highness yelled back, but this time with an uncertainty that made their voice tremble.

The big highness again, retaliated. “FINE. TRY ONE MORE TIME, AND YOU’LL SEE I'M RIGHT!”

The little highness, this time quietly replied “Okay. I will try again.”

The little highness wandered into the park one more time, and for this time, found a group of people.

“Come! Join us!” The group of people told the little highness.

The little highness delightedly joined the group of people.

But something was wrong.

The little highness then went on, still trying arduously to play with, humor, and keep the group, wanting to continue being friends with them.

The little highness struggled to find interesting things to say.

The little highness struggled to find funny things to say.

The little highness struggled to seem relevant.

Then, the little highness seemed distant to the group, as the little highness avoided them in fear of the group not liking them already.

Then, the little highness started trying to seem uninterested when alone, which confused themself on why they were doing that.

The little highness then became very sad.

But, the little highness just sighed.

“What am I lacking?” The little highness wondered, in disconcertment.

Then came the shout of the big highness who lived in the little highness’s head.

“YOU ARE JUST BORING!” The big highness shouted.

“YOU AREN'T INTERESTING!”

“YOU AREN’T RELEVANT!”

“YOU’RE JUST UNFUNNY!”

“NO ONE ADMIRES YOUR MUNDANE PRESENCE!”

“WALLOW IN YOUR OWN SOLITUDE!”

“...BECAUSE OTHER PEOPLE CAN DO THIS BETTER THAN YOU!”

“Please stop! No more! I don’t want to hear it anymore! I want to be funny!” The little highness yelled, finally having enough.

“I want to be important! I want to be charismatic! I want to be relevant! I want to be interesting! I want to be good at this too! Why can’t I fit in with these people?”

The little highness, in frustration of themself, decided to go back into their castle, and sat there, pondering.

Day and nights have gone by, and the little highness still sat there,

Desperately trying to perceive what they're doing wrong.

Desperately trying to understand how to eradicate what they believe is their awfully irritating impairment.

And over and over, the little highness can hear big highness’s shouts, no matter how closely they press their hands against their ears,

desperately trying to not let big highness’s seeds of doubt grow any further.

As the little highness had lie down, they realized something. It felt as if this particular sorrow was familiar, a very nostalgic feeling. Why did the little highness rarely leave the castle in the first place? It was hard for them to remember.

One night, the little highness is found continuing to lay on their bed, mulling over the same things they have for the previous days.

“Why am I different from those people? Was I born like this?”

The same questions resurfacing again and again,

Until the little highness hears a voice.

This time, it wasn’t internal shouting. It sounded different, comforting almost.

“How sad… don’t take this as such a big deal. Stop complaining over this nonsense, you’re a highness, dear.” Says the voice.

“Who are you?” The little highness’s head shoots up, and asks.

“I am here. Look behind you.” The voice replied.

The little highness turned around and saw a ghost who looked just like the little highness.

“I am the ghost of this castle. You’ve been ruminating over and over about the same things for such a while. Aren’t you tired, little one??” The ghost questioned, as the translucent being floated in front of the little highness.

“I am.. but,” Says the little highness as they sigh, rising up onto their feet. “I won’t leave the castle until I figure out the remedy to this… ailment. I refuse!”

The ghost grimaces at the little highness in pity.

Then flows towards them, and suddenly the little highness feels warmth around them, as the ghost embraces the little highness in a consoling gesture, a nurturing hug.

The little highness eyes widened in confusion feeling as though their heart stopped.

Then, the little highness feels their shoulder ease.

And then the little highness cries.

The little highness sobs, still captured within the ghosts consoling arms. Everything they’ve felt within the previous days worth of tears surging out of the little highness, akin to a heartfelt tsunami.

“There, there.” The ghost says in a calm tone, letting go of the little highness and wiping their tears.

“There, there. Don’t worry, I’m here for you, dear highness.”

“I don’t know what to do. It feels as though I’m always alone no matter how hard I try.” Mumbles the little highness, staring at the wooden ground.

“This is why I’m here, child. I can help you if you trust in me.” The ghost says. “All you have to do is follow me.”

“You can? Really?” Asks the little highness looking up at the ghost. The gaze of desperation.

“Only if you want me to. Seeing you in such a despairful state is pitiful. I can help you redeem your worth, and give you the purpose you're chasing.”

The little highness fixated on the ghost. It's true, they didn’t want to stay here in the castle, lonely and contemplating on why they are. Big highness had asked them before…: what if they were always bound to be alone, no matter how much they thought, trying to find a solution? No matter how hard they tried to think of ways to keep people around. No, not even if all the stars far above the castle roofs aligned and formed an illuminating celestial symphony, would they ever fit in?

“Okay.” Says the royalty.

“I’ll trust you so please… help me.”

“Very well, dear. Please follow me.”

So the little highness finally decided to follow the ghost, hoping for their answer to be in reach. The ghost led the little highness up the castle’s long spiral of stairs, and finally halted at the top balcony.

“Look down at the village.” The ghost says.

“This village is beautiful isn’t it? Look at the very peaceful people of the village sleeping soundly.”

The little highness looks out over the village under the dark sky, breathing in the chilly air, and taking in the calmness of the night.

“Do you like your village, little highness?” Asked the ghost, turning their head.

“...I love my village. Even if I feel like this. My village is all I’ve ever known. I look down from my window everyday. I see the people laughing.. selling fruits… trading goods… just being a community.”

“I see. So you love your village a lot… but look, over there.” Says the ghost, pointing towards a cottage down below in the distance.

Then, a bright light shined, and suddenly booms, throwing the cottage into a chaos of flames.

The little highness’s expression turns into one of dismay as they oversee the fire quickly spreading.

“What.. oh my… what happened! Where did that come from? I must do something!” The little highness shouts frantically.

But before the little highness could think to dash out, the ghost stretched their hand out before the little highness, as the little highness turned around facing the ghost, back against the railing of the balcony.

“What are you doing?” The little highness asks, confuzzled as their heart pounds in urgency.

“Not so fast dear.” The ghost spoke, looking into the little highnesses eyes, the gaze of soulless life. “This, is what you wanted.” The ghost answers.

“What do you mean? I don’t know what you’re… what are you trying to do?” The little highness asks the ghost, as their eyes flicker between the ghost’s eyes and the ghost’s hand.

“You don’t understand? Let me explain darling.” Mutters the ghost.

“You want to be interesting. You want to be important. You want to be liked. You want people to be swarming around you. You want to be amusing.” The ghost says slowly.

“You want company and recognition, am I wrong? The way you were eager to make friends.. You want people to feel the same eagerness with you.”

“Please.. What is going on!” The little highness shouts in terror as the people of the village awaken and begin to holler.

“Little highness. Dear, little highness.” The ghost starts, staring calmly at the little highness, almost as if in reassurance.

“I will push you from this balcony and you will fall. After your body hits the ground, your soul will turn into a cloud. A rain cloud. A rain cloud that will disperse all the fire and save your people. You wanted to be admired, recognized, liked, and you will be remembered. You will be all those things, people will praise you for saving them. People will marvel at the sight of your graceful rain drops, companying you with sounds of rejoice. And people will bury your body, remembering your bravery.”

The little highness stood there in silence but trembling, as the little highness stared at the ghost, listening to their words carefully.

Then, the little highness finally speaks.

“I’ll be liked.. I'll be admired..? Really?” The little highness says as their voice shakes, and with an expression of uncertainty.

“Yes.” The ghost replied, slowly enclosing the gap between its hands and the little highness’s head.

“Be the rain. The beautiful, glistening rain, and their savior. Rain on the people and the people’s admiration and gratefulness will be shown, it will blossom so brightly it will illuminate even the darkest of skies. Even brighter than that fire. You are no longer irrelevant as you are their savior. You are no longer unamusing as they will gleefully smile and laugh when they see the sight of your cloud and inevitable gift. You are no longer boring, as your rain will give birth to the beautifulest of floras across the village and disperse their current life threatening issue. Rain down your water and their love shower you. And no one will do that, better than you.”

“...I, Wait! Why do-” Says the little highness.

But before the little highness could finish, the ghost pushed them off the balcony.

“You must save them quickly. The fire spreads fast. And now… I have fulfilled my promise!” Says the ghost.

“Now, you aren’t little. Or big. you can be simply, just right.”

The ghost says, as their words fade.

But just as the little highness took their last glance at the ghost. But there was no one there glancing at them right back.

Now, the little highness nonetheless was falling.

And falling.

It seemed like the little highness would fall forever.

But before the little highness hit the ground, they thought again.

“Why… Do I have to sacrifice my body, a part of me, to be liked? To finally be.. appreciated?”

“To finally be important to people? To have company? To be just right? No, I don’t want to… I just want to be liked for the little highness… I am.”

The little highness body hits the ground below with a thud, the horrid noise shattering in the background of the flame’s crackles and the hollering in the night.

As the little highness’s body lies below, a faint, wispy cloud begins to rise from it. The cloud grows bigger and bigger darkening as it blocks out the light of the moon. Thunder rumbles in the distance,

and the first drops of rain begin to fall.

There, up in the dark sky, you’ll find the “just right” highness. Their highness in the sky, serving as a rain cloud as dignified as the relief it produces, and as dark as its embodiment.

(Ty for reading even if you found it a bit cringy haha!)