The weatherman laughed this morning as there was snowfall just before dawn, but an expected high of 75 Fahrenheit. It was that time of the year when everyone wore coats and shorts, sandals and mittens, it was the changing of the seasons.
Neither hero was laughing when they approached one another. Stepping onto that lightly snowed ground, the blue clad hero met the eyes of the man flying down on a ball of fire. He hovered over the ground, melting the thing ice over the new green grass.
“It doesn’t have to come to this!” The fiery man yelled.
The blue man flicked his fingers, casting frost across the ground. “Yes, it does. I won’t let go!”
“You have to. It is inevitable. The seasons change, get used to it!”
“We’ll see about that.” The blue man threw a ball of ice. The fiery man responded with a torrent of flames.
The changing of the seasons was never a calm event for either of these heroes.
0 Comments