Ursa was a young bear who lived a few million years ago…



Where she played with the others in the forest of Eger.



The lavish green utopia is filled with fruits and vegetables as far as the eye can see.



But as with life… all things good must come to an end…



Without warning or even a hint at the devastation that awaits young Ursa.



Ursa was a young bear, and she had a beautiful amber and brownish coat.



She was a strong swimmer and a powerful hunter, able to defend her territory and protect her friends and family.



The day started like any other for Usra…



She woke up with a massive yawn and a deep, gratifying stretch, almost cat-like, to start her day.



She looked out over the crystal-clear lake, her favorite place to be.



Ursa saw the salmon dance above the flowing waters, begging to be eaten.



With the waterfall crashing its waves on the jagged rock, Ursa was thankful for another day.



She sat there for a few minutes, planning for her day.



Finally, she was fully awake after about 5 minutes.



She strides off to the beautiful and pristine waters for some breakfast.



But just as she was about to set out to snatch up a tasty fish snack, there was an eerie sound in the distant forest.



A mass flock of prehistoric birds and winged beasts all flew in her direction, bumping into each other as if they were a bunch of people running to the only exit during a building fire.



The screeches, chirps, and caws all pierced Urs’s ears, all pleading for something to save them.



With confusion, Ursa nervously hurried to her parents’ cave, which was a few miles from where she often played and rested.



As Ursa was running through the thick jungle, a low but loud rumble stopped her in her tracks.



It was almost God-like, the way it bellowed its mighty roar, rendering every creature helpless and frozen in place.



That’s when Ursa’s gut sank, and an uneasy and twisting-knotting feeling started to pulse in her chest.



She starts to panic, and as she rushes to the cave, she notices the skies turning orange and transitioning to a crimson red color.



Ursa starts to sweat more and more, feeling the temperature increase, and she becomes short winded.



Panting heavily, she slows down almost to a crawl, still a mile away from her childhood cave.



She stops to catch her breath, and that’s when she sees it.



The glowing orange and red substance, the same color as the sky, swallows the trees and everything in its path as it is headed for her.



Ursa was in awe of the bright glowing ooze; it was beautiful… but deadly.



She finally gathered her senses and turned to run the other way, now that she had caught her breath in the sauna-like jungle.

She ran faster and faster, with the horrible thought of her parents, the cave, and her siblings, wondering if they were consumed by the hellish substance.



She didn’t know that the mountain had erupted and that the substance was magma.



The sky turned black, and with the molten lava closing in, Ursa frantically starts to cry.



In that moment, she remembered a story from when she was a cub, her father shared a story which at the time seemed like a fable, but it was actually a warning of what was to come.



Her father told Ursa that one day, nightfall will be forever, and the sun will take the ground’s place, rendering life helpless.



But as a cub, she paid no mind to the story, for all was fine in her world at the time.



As she came to, Ursa’s eyes filled with tears, knowing she was going to die.



The magma now feet away from Ursa, she knows if she slows down or stops, that would mean the end of her, her bloodline, and her memory.



She made it back to the pond, and she couldn’t help but notice that the waterfall had stopped, almost as if someone shut off the kitchen sink faucet.



She knows that if she keeps running, she might not make it.



Ursa then made a split decision to swim to the other side of the lake, hoping that the cool waters would slow down the enflamed liquid.



As she jumped, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, and she was submerged.



Ursa’s mind raced, with thoughts of her escaping, her family waiting for her on the other side, and everything was back to normal.



But Ursa didn’t realize that when she jumped into the lake, the magma did too, but it ended up swallowing her whole, evaporating the waters around her.



Forever now fossilized into the ground.



Ursa waits patiently for someone to rediscover her story.



Immortalized in stone, her story ended up reaching the stars.



Replaying the rebirth and death of life as they circle the world.



This momentum is to you, Ursa.



The proud and lovable bear — a symbol of strength and courage.



You will remain in our hearts forever.



It goes to show that the stories foretold were warnings to come.



As above, so below.



The stars are a map to the outer world events and our consciousness.



Ursa’s father warned her, but she failed to listen.



The skies turned red, and so did the forest.



The sun swallowed the ground and immortalized Ursa in stone.



A message and warning of what’s to come.

Poor Ursa!



Listen, that didn’t really happen, okay?



I know it’s sad and you felt for Ursa, but that’s the point of a writing challenge.



I hope you enjoyed and feedback is always appreciated and welcomed.



Much love to you, beautiful reader.



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