Ficlets

The ribbons started slowly, interweaving with each other, creating an avid array of colors. Turning towards the sky, the ribbons rose, evermore interloping and weaving over the empty land. The dark horizon set an exquisite background for the sight. But now, no one was around to watch.

Once the tower of weaving ribbons of light reached an insurpassable height, it exploded with a small pop. The ribbons ignited, burning slowly towards the ground. The embers floated down gently in the nonexistent wind.

When the embers touched the ground, the flared silver for just a second. From these embers grew the first life that this land had beared since the demise of the last world it had hosted. Trees, grass, and water started forming all over the land, as far as the eye could see. The wind picked up, sending embers over the entire world.

This was the birth of the Great Nation of Empira.