The day of first light

Slowly the first light showed itself above the horizon collaring the world in a soft golden glow that light up the blue skies in the first time in 47 days. The world seemed peace full, quiet, but nothing was more falls. On a small evercloud a bettle was about to insue painting the cloud red with blood. Tensions were high and the tiniest spark could set off a bomb as both sides prepared for the next battle ahead. As an eary calm set over the cloud both sides looked at each other with determination as weapons were drawn. Doom is what described this moment, this moment that felt like it was the doom of it all, like no one would leave this place alive, all for a case most did not truly know. When the orders to attack came magic was shot out with intent to kill and shields being held high, but just as fast as the battle stated the battle paused. A young Lumerian had droped form the sky creating the masive orb of light encholving everything. Both sides stood and stared with shock at thing young boy holding this massive about of power, power that was unheard of for a single Lumerian.

"Why are we fighting? Way are we willing to lay our lives down when it doesn't get us anywhere?Why do are we choosing violence? Please someone explain this to me."

This boy has asked a question many were wondering but to scared to ask. A question no one could really answer anymore.

"Why are we not talking? Why have we decided this battle needs to be decided with fists and not words? Please someone explain this to me"

When set to thinking many could not come up with a valid reason. When set to thinking many decided that this boy was right. They laid down there warms no longer wanting to participate in this senseless violence. But not everyone held this sentiment, not everyone was willing to put down there weapons then talk. Doom still hang in the air and many argue that it has never left since.