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the rain.

Crag_the_croc
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Children's stories told of a time when the rain fell from the sky on its own. According to the stories, the planet somehow knew it needed water and sent rain to make the trees and plants grow. Adults laugh at the stories now and pay rainmakers like you to water their crops. However, more frequently of late, headlines tell of wildfires plaguing the west, just like they had before the rainmakers stepped forward to save the people they once thought of as invaders. As the largest fire in history advances on your ancestral native lands, you step forward. Yet you immediately realize that this is no ordinary fire. It breathes with the heart of the darkest souls, the ancient enemy of your people, and is looking for the strongest warrior. The rain dancers have not battled since the great war, but this land belongs to you, and you won't let the fires consume what's left of your heritage. You just might need a little help.
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Chapter 1 - Work

I arrive at my usual place of work, the Watterson's farm. After Mrs. Watterson greets me, she watches me as I bring my hand up to face the sky. I hold my hand in that position and focus. I narrow my eyes and stare at the sky. A faint wisp of a cloud appears, and it grows and grows as rain starts to fall onto the Watterson's crops. I move my hand to face the other part of the farm. The cloud moves with it, and water douses the crops. Sweating now, I drop my hand to my side. Mrs. Watterson hands me a glass of water, which I gulp down hastily. She hands it to me along with my pay, which I stuff into my pocket.

"Thanks again for your work, Seal. I swear you've got to be the best rain maker in town!" She chuckles. While I did get multiple requests to water others crops, I stayed loyal to the Wattersons. I did not believe there was any skill to rainmaking. It was simply something you were born with. i reply with a simple,

"No problem.", not denying the praise. I was too tired to argue like I usually did. There had been a lot of fires lately, and the rain makers had to deal with them. Recently, a rain dancer had had to step in and help with a particularly difficult fire. Rain dancers were the highest ranked rain makers, because of their royal blood which made them more powerful. I knew of the rain dancer to be called Artemis. He had long messy green hair, fair skin, and dark forest green eyes.

The last thing I expected at that moment was for him to show up right in front of me.