The cloud, usually passing without caring, can turn into a storm, destroying everything on it's way.
Today he's a résident, one day he is a knight, another day he is a savior.
Fire and water, even so different, are beautifull when dancing together.
so wish OC do I show first ?
1 (cloud)
2 (locket)
3 (elements)
Voting ended onJan 24, 2025
ALRIGHT I FINISHED IT HELL YEAH !! Idk I wanted to do methaphores or things like that for fun lol (and also to say more about the characters) and sorry for grammatical mistakes
Btw they're all sanses :D
ALSO I CAN'T DRAW WATER. And I'm not good at drawing fire either 😭 (maybe I should practice)
Sooo yeah you can choose wish OC I'll show first !
They all have backstory, I mean- the two first one are the ones with complet backstory but the third ones still have some, but less, and it's not the same as the two first ones but it's still cool (I don't wanna spoil)
So yeah, choose (personnaly my fav is the cloud but choose what you want) <3
We hailed them as our saviors. The light to guide us out of the shadows. We thought they were a higher evolution of our species. We thought they held all the answers.
We thought wrong.
The skeleton of the building groans under the weight of another explosion, drowning out my voice. The children huddle closer, faces glistening with tears and sweat. I glance into the fire raging outside - silhouettes burning, screaming, unmoving on the floor. They’re coming for us. I turn back to the children, gathering them in my arms, giving them the last of my assurance.
We were happy once. We thought our problems were all solved. They would help us, fix us, even. You see, they were sent from the stars. And we thought the stars were omniscient. Omnipotent. Perfect.
Children, nothing is perfect. And we realized that too late. When their solutions were to punish, we stood by. We used to do that anyway, before they came. It was easy to let their aggression slip by.
Another explosion. Closer, this time. I can feel the heat on my back, and the metallic clanking of their footsteps. Whooshes of flame shoot into our space, and the younger ones cry out softly. The older ones hush them, turning to me for guidance. I’m looking ahead, praying they won’t find us before I can finish.
Our rose-tinted glasses cracked when they demanded more and more. More budget to the military. More effort into weaponry research. More nuclear warheads. When they stormed the laboratories and government facilities, it was over in days. Humans are no match for them. They come from the Sun. They are drunk on their own power and arson.
Red dots light up the air around us. I hug the children close, a tear slipping down my cheek. The steel beams let out a loud creak and collapse, overpowering the screams of the children.
I project my voice as best as I can.
They think they are invincible. The metal clanking grows louder, the air grows hotter. They think the Sun is invincible. Dust is thrown up all around us, the earth giving us one final chance. They are wrong. Just as we are.
“Children!” I yell. There’s the telltale whine of plasma guns charging up as I reveal our position. “We are done with running. We are done with hiding. We will reclaim what is ours!” There’s another whine, a softer, mellower pitch that runs underneath that of the guns. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as the dust finally settle, giving them a clear shot at us.
The children gasp as I open my eyes, bright moonlight descending upon them. My voice reverberates in the space, and the metallic clanking pauses. “There can be no light, without shadow.” I declare, lifting my arms to the smoke-filled sky. “I grant you freedom, autonomy, and power. Go forth, and give them a taste of the Moon!”
The guns fire. The last thing I see is the column of silver light enveloping the huddle, its light reflecting off the group of eight children around me as their moonshine is awakened. Then, my vessel is destroyed, and I can only hope they succeed.
I hold my gaze against the mammoth before me. The biggest warship I’d ever seen, easily twice the size of a football field on Earth, most definitely carrying cannons powerful enough to destroy entire star systems. And yet, gliding to a standstill in front of the figure of a tiny human.
A panel slides open at the front of the ship, revealing a screen. It flickers to life, and a familiar person appears. He seems shocked to see me was well, his eyes wide as if he hadn’t imagined I’d be alive.
That I’d still be around as a defender.
I stare coldly at the screen. If there’s nothing to say, then -
“Maya.”
I almost don’t hear the crackling audio. I take a deep breath and ignore the pain in my ears at the shrill whine that follows. They must be trying to hack into the magnetic field of the planet behind me.
“It’s been some time. I’m… I’m glad you’re alive.”
“I see that Earth has improved its arsenal,” I quip back immediately, voice cold as ever.
“Yeah… Maya, I am glad to see you’re alive. I - I didn’t want to do it.” He’s pleading now, and I can see the regret in his eyes. They may be genuine - but I’ve long learned not to trust humans anymore. They’re referred to as the “master manipulators of emotion” for a reason.
“I’m the commander of an entire fleet now,” he says after I don’t respond. He starts talking faster, as if he feels he’s getting through to me. He gestures behind him, no doubt trying to show off the bridge of the ship… But all I see on the screen is a solid-blue background. “I control most of the operations now. In fact, this is just a scouting mission - imagine the power of an entire war fleet!”
There’s another crackle of noise, unintelligible. The commander glances away from me, his face hardening into that all-too-familiar stone-cold expression. He answers, but no sound is projected towards me. A private conversation.
He turns to me again, the ice melting away into the sickening soft face before. “I won’t let anything happen to you again, Maya.” His face was stern, his expression solemn. “I swear on my life.”
Another loud whine. The magnetic field behind me ripples, more violently than I’d ever felt it. I ball my hands into fists, and the field remains. Something’s off about the noise, though. There seems to be multiple layers… The whine fades before I can pinpoint the cause of concern.
“We can achieve our dream together,” he’s back to pleading, leaning close to the screen. Maybe if he’d arrived a few months ago, I’d have wavered. Maybe if he hadn’t disobeyed direct orders all those years ago, I’d have wavered.
Maybe if he doesn’t think I’m inferior to him, I’d have wavered.
I raise my arms just as another whine sounds. The field shakes, and cracks start to appear. There are multiple crackles of voices from the warship, easily recognizable as shouts of celebration.
He turns around for a moment, seemingly to bark orders. I point a hand at the screen, and when he turns back around he seems happy that I’ve decided to respond.
“You think you know the stars - bright and brilliant?” My voice is distorted from years of abandoning Earth-speak.
I release my fists, and the magnetic field behind me shatters. The planet will hold for a few more minutes. “You think you know the void - silent and suffocating?”
He looks confused now, peering down at me as if I’m an ant who refused to die underneath his foot. “Maya, what are you - ”
I slowly rotate my hand, gathering the folds of space into my palm. “You think you know me -” I close the hand into a fist. “- how dare you.”
I jerk my arm downwards, and the ship groans as it follows my motion. Its outer protective layer bends and pops, but otherwise remains intact. I bring my other hand up, and he starts to panic.
I don’t hear him as I concentrate on the fabric of space, and I feel the shape of the ship in my palms. I press down hard and start to crumple the shape in my hands. The warship creaks and sparks fly off it as cannons break and windows shatter. I make sure the projector screen is one of the first to go.
The few functioning cannons swing to face me and begin charging up. At the same time, escape pods rocket out of the collapsing ship. Some swerve around and head towards me.
I take a deep breath and flatten the shape before letting go of it. The ship lets out a loud crack as the cosmos wrap around it for the kill. The cannons never get a chance to fire.
I look over my shoulder at the planet. “I’m going to need your help now,” I whisper.
The pods shooting towards me open fire, and I grab hold of the space around me, pulling the fabric in front of me like how a child would yank curtains shut to escape a murderer. The pods disappear from my vision - just as how I disappear from theirs - replaced by the white noise of space.
There’s a deep rumble, and the void itself shakes as the planet responds. The tremors grow stronger, until it feels like my bones would shatter from the sheer impact of it. I shut my eyes and wait as it grows faint again, until all is still.
Carefully, I untangle myself from the curtains. I glance around to see if the coast is clear, my heart beating loudly and painfully in my chest -
The coast is clear. There are no enemies in the immediate vicinity. I am safe.
I take a deep breath and concentrate on the void again, feeling around for the piece of flattened ship. I find it, and bring it close to me. The actual warship floats into view, and I toss it in the direction of the planet. I take note of the new satellite orbiting the planet - it’s grown.
“Wake me up when the next one arrives,” I wave my arms, smoothing the wrinkles I’ve made in the fabric. “I’ll protect you until my light runs out, you know that.”
I could almost hear her voice answering as I close my eyes and feel my body stiffen.
--
A little girl sits on top of the highest mountain, gazing at the sky. The stars were really bright tonight, but she’s not here for those. Her hands are smoking where she’d caught and destroyed the fighter pods, but she’s not crying because of that.
A comet shoots across the sky, and she leaps to her feet, yelling and shouting as her voice cracks and tears drip onto the sand. As it fades, so does her energy, and she sits down again, staring at the sky. Her neck hurts, but that’s not the most prominent thought on her mind.
How long does the comet have left? How long is it before Maya leaves her? How long until she’s alone again, facing the scary people herself again?
