A rhino, thick skinned and heavily worn, comes barreling into the center of the party where DJ’s perform atop a desert rock, large enough to fit an entire band. Animals from all around have come to live in the unitized village, block the incoming rhino from obtaining the microphone any faster.
The crowd in an uproar, yelling at the rhino to get off the stage. That wasn’t enough to scare him though. He, though tough looking, seemed to be far more worried about something else.
“What do you think you are doing?”
“Get off the stage.”
Many still screamed through the distraction of the festival music.
“Hey, guards! Come get this civilian off the stage!”
The rhino vigorously reaching for the microphone. His big rock like hands tosses it from side to side, making him scramble to prevent it from hitting the ground. After a few failed attempts of grabbing the mic, and flinging guards off his shoulders, the rhino finally finishes his quest, only to start another.
Panicking even more. He tries to pick his brain to find words that form a correlating sentence to excuse his interruption. Out of breath, he is finally able to utter his warning. Putting everyone else in a panic.
“The orange wisp, it BrEathes on our turf yet again!” The rhino panting into the microphone.
The crowd scatters, running into each other. Not even taking into consideration… they aren’t sure where this “chaos” is located. You can hear several faint screams from within then load uproar, caused, not by the Dj’s on stage, but a simple fan warning the others of the miscues fire.
“We’re all going to die!”
“We’ve lost… EVERYTHING!”
“The unity has been tampered!”
“Everyone, please just calm down! Let us decide what’s happening. We are the emergency responder after all, not you.” The angry hippopotamus states, hoping everyone would calm down. Hysteria, however, got the best of the over reacting crowd. The emergency responder got up on the stage, glared at the rhino, and pulls the microphone from his brisk hands. Continuing to tell the crowd to calm down. Eventually, the fans did, and by doing so, they found the fire, along with the charred remains of plants and homes.
The forest frontier had been hit with the uninvited guest, as it danced around destructively.The once thriving terraform is now looked at nothing more as a desolate area that won’t bring life anytime soon. Trees looked rotted and dead like they had been there for years, the ground was covered with ash, ruining the grounds properties for growth. Smoke had covered the great united city and slowly settled, creating a haze.
Unsure of what happened, everyone just stood like jade statues. Some were frozen to be worshiped, some were frozen as an elitist, others were frozen as if they were one. All frozen as time was stopped. Gates weren’t finished, fleeing wasn’t an option, the civility was dispirited.
Thawing, the crowd stops in sorrow, with a tight feeling a great loss heavy in their chests. “The damage should heal over time. But--” One of the responders broke the silence, still moving debris. The civilians gather around weeping over their loss. “There happened to two casualties, unfortunately.” Take her straw woven hat marking her as a rescue; the rest followed with obedience.
They all stare at the remaining burnt trunks, that glow of charcoal dust, and the smell of a festival fire. The tree tops were completely gone, no trace left in the ashes the ground was now made of. Lastly, homes and dens didn’t have a place within that claimant anymore. Life within this sector would no longer flourish, not like it used to.
Off in the distance, were bushes still stand, sets a young animal who appears to be a kit. Hiding behind a few rows of leaves and branches, watching the adults and other children mourn uncertain of everything that place. The kit was sure something terrible happened, with the horrid looks the adults gave while staring at the reminisces of a den.
“M-mother? Father?” Not only was the smoke causing his eyes to tear, but his eyes began to tear up once he saw who’s den it was. Intrusive thoughts held tight in his mind that his parents didn’t make it out in time from the thick fires wall; they didn’t join in the celebration.
The Night’s tranquility came to an end
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