RAINBOW
-Colors are taken from mood ring description(s) I find. May not be accurate.
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JACK
BLACK; Intense, stressed.
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The blow couldn't have hit him harder; it came out of nowhere. He watched it and felt as if all time had stilled once the arrow met it's target, the golden sand splaying out as if it were a liquid, quickly turning black against the nightmares that sped around them.
Jack wasn't sure what to think when the little man, the little brave man made of sand and dreams, had slowly turned to face his attacker, defiant and, in the end, as brave as he'd ever been.
It was admirable.
The way he'd fell from the sky, his body of sand splashing down to the earth in a golden goodbye. His last little glow upon the world, before it was snuffed out, the gold turning a sickly charcoal before his eyes.
He was angry - more than angry - and with a cry that seemed to shake the very wind around them, he lunged forward, the man before him bringing up a quick wave of nightmares and curses, surprise running across his features at the sudden change.
He froze them all.
He was sure it was quite a sight; frozen nightmares falling from the sky like hail, smashing onto the ground as if they were nothing more than that.
It was a promise, really. A big promise for him to make, he'd idly thought as he fell.
An ice-cold promise, the kind of promise you'd only see in movies and old history long-before past:
A promise of revenge.