Disclaimer: I do not own it. I mentioned nothing of their names.
Blue skies
White clouds
Orange sun
Rainbow connection
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P R O L O G U E
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He sits by the river, scowling.
His little frail looking body watching the vast blue river; eyes reflecting a shade of blue.
He contemplates.
He scowls.
He ponders.
His eyebrows knit together and his eyes dull.
He wonders why he was left alone.
He gasps at a sudden memory.
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White clouds shade her from the scorching glory of the sun.
She lies in a field of daisies, frowning
Her petite and sickly body hugs the fragrant aroma of the flowers
She picks a lone flower; eyes reflecting white and pink.
She thinks.
She frowns
She closes her eyes.
She muffles a strangled sob.
She wonders why people leave her.
She inhales heavily.
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Orange sun glares at him for his hair having the same color.
He sits by an isolated swing, his little feet, pushing and pulling the force of earth.
He looks down to his feet; his eyes reflecting the blue shade of his sandals.
His eyes narrows, melancholy and solitude clouds it.
He sighs.
He stares.
Silent drops of salty water touch the dry ground.
He cries.
He wonders why he is always alone.
He hears people laughing.
His eyes widen in hope.
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Rain showers the village heavily.
Roaring thunders and flashing lightning bolts scurried, scaring little children.
Heavy droplets of water rinsed the putrid smell of corpses lying motionless in the filthy ground, purifying.
Quick bolts of deathly light mimicked the screams of strangled mothers and dying elders.
Metals clinked, clanked and clashed together; Will and strength of its owner, being the judge of who dies and who lives.
Survival of the fittest.
People ran for their dearest life.
Children were stomped on and died.
Adults ran, some fought and some cowered.
Strange enough, three little children from different directions ran only to one goal.
They hungered and thirsted to live.
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Small blob of pink runs amidst chaos.
She wants to come back home but can't do so because she has none.
She spots an unfamiliar boy at her age, limping.
She sees enemies from afar.
Panic pumps through her nerves.
She runs faster and helps the limping boy.
She carries half of his weight, her eyes shining with determination.
His blue eyes widen in surprise and force himself to run.
They walked hastily.
He groans in pain.
She continues walking fast and comforts him 'we can do this. We have to live'
He nods and forces himself more.
Enemy spots them. Danger coming affront.
She walks faster. Faster. Faster ---
---and she trips bringing the boy with him with a splashing thud.
They groan in pain, a kunai incoming to slash their insides.
Emerald eyes shuts tightly, praying for a dear miracle.
A man wearing half of a mask rescues them, carrying an unconscious boy with his left arm.
She smiles grateful and pushes herself to stand but fails to do so, both she and the boy faint from exhaustion and trauma.
They are safe.
The rain stops. War judged over. Victor is the defender.
Pink. Yellow and Black slept soundly at an evacuation tent.
Rainbow connection.
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Might be continued.
Author's note: Another fruit of depression. I'm so depressed.
All I can do now is make useless drabbles.
I think you know very well who the pronouns were. I kinda gave some clues on the very first part. Its very bold.
Thank you for reading this junk.
Just tell me if you're interested with the story, if not then tell me you're not interested. :0