Tragedy at the Sunflower field.

Above lucious green pastures and fields of yellow sunflowers, among dragonflies and bees, a lonely cloud hovered. his cloudy cat mouth was contorted in a sad expression, reeling from the horrible attack of the wild beast, a week had passed and he still hadn't truly recovered psychologically.

'Why did i even threaten her' he resignedly thought to himself, shaking at the thought of any kind of retaliation, but it was the least he could do. So what if he was a cloud, he still had pride and matters like that to attend to,

His hands were fluffy. Everything about him was fluffy. How could something as soft as marshmallow even imagine hurting something as demonic as that child? But his words were completely empty.

The cloud could still do something about her if he really wanted to, but after alot of thinking in the end he decided to let the whole matter slip away. The trauma was already too hot for his tiny little mind. He had decided to altogether forget it. Let the bygones be bygones.

'Maybe I should just... stop hovering and lay down in this beautiful field of sunflowers. It looks totally natural, yes.' He lowered down and rested, closed his eyes. The bees buzzed around him, and for a tiny moment, the world was how it should be for a cloud. Without a worry. Without any pain. Just plain and happy.

SNAP!

The cloud sharply looked to his left, from where some stalks had moved a second ago.

'Hmm, must've been my imagination.'

He snuggled back on the bed and kept staring at the azure sky.

"HELP ME!" A chilling voice broke through his moment of peace.

The cloud paled and leaked some rain around him as it sheepishly hovered above the ground to look at what's happening.

There he saw a tiny girl with slick oily hair, awfully big glasses, wounded on her left leg, whimpering, scoffing at something, throwing dirt at something invisible. The girl shouted again, "If anyone can listen to me, help me. She's gonna kill me."

On this, the cloud hurried away, flew so fast the wind whooshed past him in a defeaning whistle, but something cracked within him, making him stop abruptdly. Flashes of lightning and past life shone in his eyes, he had left that life behind, the life of perils and dangers, was he really going to abandon a wounded helpless little girl all alone in the field? his honor didn't permit him.

'I'm pretty sure this is a trap,' he thought to himself but still turned around.

The next second, his pristine white cloudy fur swirled as blue lightning danced upon his body. He illuminated with fury and with a zap, overdramatically, rushed to save the little girl. Just before he could reach, he felt himself getting sucked into something.

The cloud, in his last moments, looked around frantically and saw Isra's devious, maniac yet innocent face laughing.

"You MANIA-" Then the world turned darker.