Ancient histories and Aftermaths
A forest, thousands upon hundreds of pines rolled out for miles in front of me. My father stood at one side, my mother on the other, Dad always had a cigarette on his person, though he rarely actually lit one. He claimed it helped him keep from smoking if he just had one in his mouth, but the smell that hung around him during the bad days, that smell was of smoke, and of liqour. Today though, wasn't a bad day. We were looking over the Superior National Forest, from an overlook point that gave us a fantastic view of the valley between the trees. And the sun was just beginning to set over the horizon, painting the entire place in a beautiful pattern of golds and pinks. Clouds were rolling in from the east at a rather rapid pace, but I barely noticed while I looked at the splendor all around me. Then I saw it, the thing that made it complete, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. A massive bird, enormous, thousands of feet across and blazing with crackling lightning. It pulled th...