The Universe waited with bated breath. The forces looked at each other in deathly silence. The outcome was well known to all. But then the battle had to be fought. The losers would want their share of glory.
The earth stood silent. The winds refused to blow. And somewhere in the distance the shepherd prince drew out his flute.
It seemed as if the armies were waiting for his signal. The dark forces rumbled towards the last remaining defences of the
The sky wore the black shroud of despair. The colour of the victory was black.
And then she shed her first tear.
Somewhere in a forgotten land, a peacock spread his wings out and danced liked there is no tomorrow.