Clouds: Fantasy

[penthius]

The clouds they came a-rushing in, she remembered that much. But no rain. That was the uncanny thing about them. All week, for a full week, storm clouds rushed past overhead, above the city. It was so dark that people took to carrying lanterns with them as they went about their days and all the houses burned candles all day long, but there was no rain and there was no storms. The market farmers complained that their crops were being ruined because there was no sun, but they only complained a little, quietly, as was their right. They never suggested that the wizards were in the wrong. There was a sudden bounty of baby potatoes and pickled green tomatoes and squash flowers sold because the farmers knew they'd never grow into squash, not with the light as it was. The worst of it was, she thought in retrospect, that none of them knew how long there would be no sunlight. The prime minister did, presumably, and the mages had a plan, she supposed, but nobody told the common people. The prices of lamp oil and charcoal and candles all tripled in that week, as people started thinking of how they would live inf the dark lasted beyond a week. Maybe it would last a month, maybe longer. Everyone was willing to sacrifice since everyone knew enough about the enemy and its nature that they didn't want to end up there, but everybody still hurt.

Inspiration: The weather. All storm clouds, no rain.
Story potential: High.
Notes: I do like this perspective on the whole war magic thing. Kind of an England during the Blitz, but different.