Spark

Everything was fine. The sun was shining brightly, filling the earth with warmth. Firemen ran and played, communicated among themselves and blazed brightly. Suddenly, somewhere above there was a loud rumble. The blue sky was covered with thick clouds. The firemen got scared and began to scatter in all directions. And then they began to descend to the ground. Waters. They were strong warriors. They were transparent and cold. Voters mercilessly began to extinguish all the Fires, leaving not even a spark. This is a story about how the Voters became enemies of the Fires, how they extinguished the sun and how they took over our home. But all is not lost, because I survived. My name is Spark and I hid deep in the maze of sewer pipes. And now, if you help me, we can light the sun again.