My third oneshot using the prompt generator on my phone. This one was supposed to be in the point of view of the scarecrow as the prompt states. But it came out really generic with no mention of the scarecrow at all when I finished it, so I'm not sure it really fits the prompt or summary. But I had fun writing it, so I hope you guys enjoy it.
Prompt: A garden scarecrow quietly observes its surroundings.
The 16th birthday of the Chosen had started like any other day. The sun crawled its way up a clear blue sky, hailed by tiny birds and insects. The villagers slowly made their way outside, tending their gardens, cleaning their houses, shooing their children to school. Excitement filled the air as the possibility of the Oracle became everyone's foremost thought.
Yes, the Day of Prophecy had come. But the excitement became stifled under a blanket of fear as everyone suddenly retreated into their homes. Even the birds and insects had silenced themselves. The Desian troop that marched briskly and boldly through the center of town had been the cause. They continued out the northern exit, but the village remained still and silent. Iselia might had been a ghost town had the occasional villager resisted peeking out through a curtain.
The Desians marched through a second time a while later, exiting through the village's main entrance. But it was not until it was officially announced that the Chosen had successfully received the Oracle that the villagers felt safe enough to venture out. Their tasks were tentatively resumed with the additional farewells to the schoolteacher, and congratulations and wishes for success on the journey for the Chosen herself.
Excitement began to fill the air again as talk of the journey began to grow. The previous Chosen's failure was emphasized to drive home the importance of the current Chosen's success. Everyone turned in early that night so as to see the Chosen off the next morning.
The Chosen seemed cheerful as she said her goodbyes and promised to do her best. Then she turned and started her journey with her two guardians. The villagers all watched her go until she could no longer be seen.
Their happiness was crushed that afternoon as fire and smoke filled the air. The Desians had launched an attack on the village, and many villagers lost more than their homes and possessions. No one, not even the mere scarecrow escaped the carnage. The Day of Prophecy had been followed by a day of destruction.
Well, that's it! Please review on your way out! :D