Disclaimer Nazis: All who steal copyrighted material, and the such, are to be sent to the nearest detainment facility and forced to watch linoleum peel. This is a terrible fate for the impure. This unit has not done such, and does not own Last Exile. So why are the cops after me? .
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The sky was a brilliant blue. Clouds floated about, like drops of white blood in the sea of clear air. Claus looked out at them. The clouds were so peaceful. He hated them. They seemed to spite him as they drifted along, showing their infinite ability to stay aloft in the air.
If you fly around in clouds enough, he thought, they would probably start looking like a storm.
He thought about this some more. The idea was interesting. If he could take a small piece of cloud, and then fiddle with it. He imagined twirling it with his fingers and tossing it about. A storm cloud formed from the image in his head.
Maybe not dark, but it would be all twisted like.... like the Grand Stream-
Claus shut his eyes. The Grand Stream. It had been seven years since he lost his father to it. Seven years, and now he too was flying in this beautiful sky. He would fly the Grand Stream, someday, he promised himself.
I'll see you dad....
He looked out at the clouds again. Carefully pulling on his controls he angled down to the clouds and took a swipe. The clouds slipped through his fingers and fell out. Slowly the detritus settled like sand at the bottom of a river. Claus sighed, his hand was wet.
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Well? What do you think? Is my first LE one, and it doesn't really make sense. Anyway if you've found this story tell me. I wanna learn from my mistakes. Which there have been a lot of XD