So I tried my hand at microfiction.
There was once a boy who had the power to control storms. The village he was staying in suffered from drought each year. Whenever this happened, the boy would summon a storm and the rain would make the drought go away.
This boy then met a minor God of storms and was told he had been given the power to cause rain at will by the God.
In repayment, the God demanded that the boy pray to him.
The boy refused. In anger, the God cursed the village and now not even the boy's powers can make rain. The villagers blamed the boy's arrogance and decided to appease the God by offering him as a sacrifice.
But in doing so, they set the boy's soul free. Now, whenever the boy wants to, he can make it rain.
But, you have to believe in the boy. Or else,, he will not make it rain.
If you believe, clap your hands!
There was once a boy who had the power to control storms. The village he was staying in suffered from drought each year. Whenever this happened, the boy would summon a storm and the rain would make the drought go away.
This boy then met a minor God of storms and was told he had been given the power to cause rain at will by the God.
In repayment, the God demanded that the boy pray to him.
The boy refused. In anger, the God cursed the village and now not even the boy's powers can make rain. The villagers blamed the boy's arrogance and decided to appease the God by offering him as a sacrifice.
But in doing so, they set the boy's soul free. Now, whenever the boy wants to, he can make it rain.
But, you have to believe in the boy. Or else,, he will not make it rain.
If you believe, clap your hands!
The Bilge Master
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