Persephany opened her eyes and found herself back on the open plane from her shared dream. She was lying on the ground in a heap, her hands hurting as if they had been burned. She stood up, dusting off a calf length light green dress and looked at in confusion. She didn't own any dresses, let alone a green one like this. Her hair fluttered, obscuring her vision and pulling her attention away from her attire. She looked up to see a huge bank of dark clouds swiftly reducing the space separating her from coming storm.
She tried to call the winds to her command only to have the current of air thrown back into her face, knocking her off balance but not from her feet. She took a moment to calm herself and pulled her will to her again, hoping for better results this time only to have a stronger current pick her up and throw her to the ground. The wind began to tear against her skin causing angry red lines along exposed flesh.
Persephany tried to ignore the growing pain of the raw skin as the wind continued to bite into her. She turned to face the storm completely and held her hands to the sky. With her eyes shut against the wind, Persephany screamed "VENTAS SERVITAS!" defiantly at the building storm. She began to rise up off the ground, her iconic wings began forming behind her as she lifted off the ground. The air began to spin counter to the storm but only one revolution was made before the foreboding bank of clouds lashed out with an attack of their own. Hurricane force winds whipped out at Persephany throwing her bodily to the ground. The air she had commanded spun away harmlessly to join the already huge mass of the storm.
Persephany knew she was not going to defeat this. There was far too much built against her and her abilities were not going to be enough to stop it. Lying in a heap on the grass, Persephany curled up trying to protect herself the best she could before the storm reached her.
Footsteps on the ground before her were loud in comparison to the storm and caused her to peek out from her protective curled up position. The grass was crushed underfoot of a large pair of combat boots. Persephany looked up to see Lucas crouched in front of her, blocking her from the storm.
"What are you doing?" he asked looking at her with mild confusion and amusement.
"The storm.. I can't stop it…. The wind is too strong… not enough.." Her words were swallowed by a deafening roar of wind as it slammed Persephany back down into the ground.
"Can't stop what?" Lucas looked even more confused.
"The STORM," She yelled. Lucas took her shoulders and carefully pulled Persephany to her feet, blocking her view of the storm with his body. The wind was still rushing in Persephany's ears as Lucas leaned down and kissed her softly on the forehead and said into her ear, "What storm?" Her eyes flew open as Lucas straightened. She looked around the tall man to see the sky had cleared and the wind was just a gentle breeze. She turned back to Lucas, who shrugged at her.
"Maybe it was all in your head." Lucas turned and started to walk away. Persephany looked at the sky then turned to follow Lucas quickly running to catch up only to stumble and fall… off the couch waking up in the house. It was dark and the jacket she had thrown over herself was lying on the ground next to her. She crawled back up onto the couch, covering her self and lay there awake for a long time before sleep came again.
