I Am Cyclonia

by Guardion of the Moon

I am power" A short story told from a workers view.

Very small story-ish thing about the people of Cyclonia.

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I am Cyclonia.

I am the blood that flows through her veins, the back that supports her. I am her life.

I am a worker.

I do not fight, or protect. In factories I sweat, giving all of my energy to Cyclonia, so that she may be great. Every moment of my life is spent working to keep her alive and strong. If not for me then she would fall beneath the feet of others, but I keep her standing tall.

Nothing can stop me.

Day and night I show my loyalty, giving Cyclonia all that I have to offer. I work with all my heart, never stopping, never weakening. I can not be weak, I must be strong, for Cyclonia.

The smoke is heavy

My black hair sticks to my neck as I labor. Beside me others do the same, we are all the strength of Cyclonia. The smoke that fills the sky is the evidence of our love, our loyalty. Mixed with that smoke is our blood and parts of our souls.

My golden eyes gaze into the sky. My work can be seen by all. High above Cyclonias pride sits. Towers of black, created by my hand, spiral into the sky. I am its maker. I created Cyclonia with my hands and I will build it forever.

I am power.

I am the force that keeps Cyclonia going. She would be nothing without me behind her. I am her power, her soul. I am the ultimate source, nothing can be done without me. I am her everything.

I am a Cyclonian.

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If you didn't already figure this out, this story it written from the point of view of a Cyclonian citizen and shows that they are the people who really support Cyclonia.