The central forests were always alluring, like the northern forests. Each season, the trees always did different things. Spring; the trees would grow and grow, and color would be restored to each of their leaves. Summer; trees would feel the harsh heat, but if wouldn't bother them. Why? They were trees, trees are tough. Fall; the leaves began to fall, but not before they became an abundance of beautiful colors. Winter; the trees leafs would fall off and die. Then spring would come; repeat.
The central region was unique; one could never predict the temperature for sure. Winter could have hot days with rain and no snow, and sometimes winter could be so cold. Summer could be cool, or the season could be blazing hot. But that is what made the area unique.
Many bats lived here; Blackwings, Junewings, Archwings, Bluewings, and so many more. The multiple colonies of bats all lived in harmony with one another, along with the other birds and beasts that inhabited the area. Even though there was peace, there was one rule that all bats had to follow; no colony could have bats choose mates from a different colony. It was to prevent multiple hybrid bats from being born. Many hybrid bats would mate with others, and everything would become a disarray. So many colonies would emerge, and chaos would take control of the region. Too dangerous, and no bats objected, for they were happy the way they were. They were all peaceful creatures, all living together.
The Bluewings lived around what they called The Great Arch, due to its massive size and brightness. The Great Arch served as a major landmark for many migrating bat colonies, but for the Bluewings, it was there home. They lived in the small nearby forests engulfed by a large city. It was a loud city, but the nearby bats lived happily in the area. Home, which is what it was, just home. And they all enjoyed it.
Occasionally the newborns would venture over to the Great Arch to observe its massive size, and to watch the Humans. Humans were actually able to go inside of The Great Arch! They could move all the way to the top, almost as if they were flying.
The city around them never seemed to sleep. The Humans were always in motion. The light and the dark skinned. Where there weren't buildings, there were Human roads filled with bright lights and loud noises from the Human machines. Lines were painted down each of the roads, some bright and some a little darker.
Many bats would often venture into the city, but all knew better than to get to close to the Humans. They were brilliant giant creatures, but unpredictable. All bats were warned of the humans in the past who had abused them for tests and for warfare. Don't give the humans any reasons to harm you, is what the elders always said. So the colonies all obeyed, and knew why.
Even so, all the colonies lived together in harmony. Peace evermore.
The male bat's name was Bruno. He was a regular sized bat for his age, which was around 5, a fourth of the way for a lifespan of a bat. Not a runt, not a giant, but just the right size. His fur was completely thick blue, so thick he believed he could probably withstand all of winter. His chest strong just like his wings. He could stay aloft for hours. His claws weren't very sharp; a small flaw in his shape, but nothing more. His most impressive feature and gift; sound. Incredible and powerful sound. He could listen for up to miles away with his big ears. He could also echo project, which most bats couldn't. Nor could they generate high waves of sound to blast anything in their way, which Bruno could also do. He was as impressive as he was confident.
From the top of a tall Human building, he observed the colonies settling in for the morning, preparing to roost for the night. All the little bats snuggling with their families. Family; it meant nothing to him. For this male bat, the idea of family made him laugh, 'these bats are pitiful', he thought to himself. All of them, pitiful, preparing for a good rest. Or so they thought.
Today was the day. He had waited a long time for this. He'd planned out every little detail. It was going to happen tonight. All he needed was the sun to rise; the bats would be sleeping by then. He needed to catch them off guard if he was to succeed today. Within the hour, it would begin.
There it was! Right on time! The first glimpse of the rising sun. And there they were; Humans. Not just any humans; humans essential to Bruno's plan. Every morning a human male and female would wake up early. Somehow they always got up around the time of the first horizon. Bruno knew this; he had observed the Human's actions for a long time. The male would always walk into a room of his home, and start a small fire underneath a piece of metal, on a large machine. This machine appeared to use the fire to help heat the Human food. Bruno envied how simple it was for humans to get delicious food, but this morning Bruno would use the humans' tools to aid his plan. The great tool; Fire!
The male human began the small fire, it slowly grew to Bruno's desired size. "Just enough," he said with a grin.
Bruno flew down from the building, past some human made light beams, and hung himself upside down from the small opening of the Human building. He was a mere two feet from the small fire. He looked around for just the right size stick. Found it! He picked up the stick and gently flew over to the fire, slid the stick in, and let in burn, still grasping one end of it.
He only hoped that the Man wouldn't return soon and find him hovering next to his little fire. If so, everything he planned for would be gone. No good could come from anymore anger, not from him. If this didn't work, he would explode.
The stick finally started to catch fire after about ten seconds. 'Faster, stupid thing. Burn!' Bruno thought. And it had. Just then, he heard the Man coming back. Bruno lifted up his burning stick and softly flew towards his destination, careful not to put the fire out. It was a small fire, but fire grows, and it would grow. Bruno would make it grow.
Everything was going to plan. So Bruno smiled, and flew at just the right pace towards the giant tree; his first target. He would arrive in less than a minute. He knew this was going to work; fun times, fun times.
He held on tightly to the burning stick. It was just the right width, held long enough for him to carry it far enough. Oak branches always burned well.
He was there: five, four three, two, and one, ablaze. Bruno quietly touched the burning end to the nearest leaf, than to another, than to a branch, and the flames spread more and more. The bats roosting inside knew none of what was taking place outside their big home. And soon it would be too late. But that was the whole idea. No one was supposed to survive; mothers, fathers, and the children. Bruno's plan; kill them all. Burn them out. Turn the worthless colonies to ash. None would survive, and Bruno would see to that.
He was finished spreading the fire, as if it were a small disease slowly growing into an epidemic. The fire would consume the colonies' home, and no bat living inside could stop it. The outside was a spectacle, a fiery show for all to see, bats, birds, beasts, and humans.
Bruno flew away and stood up on the building from where he was roosting before. He smiled, then closed his eyes and concentrated. He sucked in hard, opened his eyes wide, flared his ears, and spoke with intense sound. The sound was a massive blast directed towards the burning tree. It was powerful, and the vibrations so intense that the echoes reached Bruno in a few moments time. He blasted and shook the tree with his massive power, and entailed in the sound a voice message; "Wake up call!"
He sent echoes all over the tree, and could see what the calamity looked like on the inside. Bats burning alive, including the poor newborns. No bat was going to escape, just like Bruno had wanted. Screams from the bats; music to his ears. Beautiful songs.
His blast of sound ripped off many of the branches and leaves, even split some of the giant oak bark right off of the tree. It rolled up, peeled off by his power. The stones round the tree toppled over one another. The calamity was fierce and terrifying.
Bruno's ears perked up to the high pitched sound of the Human machines hurrying toward the massive fire. They almost hurt his ears, he hated them with a passion. He didn't quite understand why they had arrived. Come to watch the show Bruno guessed and smiled.
He stopped smiling, and suddenly became worried. Something was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
The Humans began to spray water over the burning tree! They were going to put it out. Bruno didn't expect this. Off course the filthy humans would get in the way. Humans! He hated them now almost as much as he hated the Bluewings. They would ruin everything…or would they?
Bruno looked at the burning tree in admiration, and once again smiled. "You can't stop this now, it's too late you fools. The tree and its inhabitants are too far gone." They could stop the fire from spreading, but it was too late for most of the massive tree. Too late for the bats inside. They were dead, and he enjoyed that thought. He accomplished his first objective. There was still much more to do though. It had only begun.
The psychotic bat looked at his old home; the tree. Most of it burnt to ash, all because of him. His old colony dead along with it. He was so euphoric.
"You all did it to your selves by banishing me!" Bruno shouted towards the smoke. 'Peace nevermore,' he thought.