I'll Say A Little Prayer For You: The Magical Journey. (Info)

New! It probably won’t get any reads but I will write it anyways!
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“Looks like there’s gonna be a storm.” The farmers of the lonely country side leaned on their pitchforks and gaze respectfully to the sky. No one around these places even dared to curse the skies, as a superstitious belief. One of the farmers poked his pitchfork into the hay. “Tarro! Come pay your respects!” the farmer shouted. A sleepy young red- headed boy slithered out of the hay pile. He sat up and bowed his head to the clouded skies. “I’m going for a walk pa.”

This was Tarro. Most of the people in the town of Segoth said he wasn’t that smart at all. But they all agreed he was nice to look at. Tarro had one friend, and the people also agreed that his friend was nice to look at too. “AKIRA!!!” Tarro shouted. He jumped up into a tree where his friend was sitting, the shadow from the leaves cast over his face.

Akira Sky had always been the favored of the girls. Akira was beautiful, intelligent, and an overall mystery to the people. They had found him at the edge of the country, an abandoned infant and decided to take him in. He was given a name and more, since the people thought he was a gift from the sky. Another superstition perhaps?

Akira yawned and hopped out of the tree, followed by Tarro. “What are we gonna do today?” Tarro asked. Akira shrugged, he was never that talkative. He looked up at the sky and then at Tarro. “I think something’s going to happen today…” Akira said softly. Tarro looked from his friend to the sky. “I don’t what’s so great about the sky around here…” Tarro grumbled. Boom! The loud thunder answered Tarro’s question. “Hmph.” he replied.

Akira and Tarro watched the storm rise and fall from Tarro’s bedroom window. “We haven’t had a storm like this in awhile.” Tarro mentioned. Akira nodded. They both resumed watching the lightning. “Where do you think the storm is coming from?” Tarro asked. Akira cocked his head to the side and traced the moving clouds to their original direction. “There…” he pointed.
North…

“But…that’s where the boogie man lives!” Tarro shouted. It earned him a playful punch in the arm. “Have you been listening to my Grandmother lately? They only say that so you’ll never venture outside of Segoth. We’re trapped here. Trapped by the fear that something is going to eat us if we go beyond the border.” Akira explained.

Tarro smiled. “That’s the most words you’ve ever said today! I’m proud of you!” he said. Akira raised an eyebrow. “So, why is this town so superstitious? I don’t see the need.” Tarro said. Akira sighed. “People. Once upon a time people started doing things and getting lucky for those things. So now they do those things thinking that they’ll still have the luck.” Akira said.

“What kind of things?” Tarro said. His eye drifted to an oddly shaped storm cloud. “Things like…I don’t know. Believing that the sky drops babies at the edge of the border.” Tarro saw the frown on Akira’s face and patted him on the back. “And they even named you after the sky to make sure that you’ll be lucky too right?” he laughed. Akira smirked.

“Tell me more things!” Tarro shouted. “Akira thought for a moment. “Well, my Grandmother says that if you watch a cloud long enough you’ll see an angel.” “Really? I gotta try that!” Tarro stared at a the oddly shaped cloud again. And then…CRACK! There was a blast of lightning so big the two guys fell over. “OMIGOD! WHAT IS THAT!” Tarro screamed.

They both ran outside to the spot where the lightning hit. There, in the mud, was a sleeping blonde girl where no blonde girl should’ve been. “Akira…I think your Grandma was right about them angels…”