Axel peers through the mist and sees something.
It is a yellow glimmer in a sea of white and gray. The light, and the warmth it suggests, brings Axel closer, draws him in. He is a moth drawn to the flames, and the irony of this does not escape him.
But Axel trudges onward. With every step through the colorless void that is this plane's existence, he is able to make out more and more details of the strange light.
1…
The ball of yellow is a person.
2…
The person is a woman.
3…
Her hair is blonde, and her cloak black.
4…
She is rather petite.
5…
Bright blue-green eyes shoot open.
Axel feels a violent shock go through his body. The woman is playing with bolts of lightning, creating little voids in the air.
Axel's curiosity is aroused, so he walks forward to examine her and her manipulated lightning. With each step towards her, he feels his hair stand on end a little more.
At last, he is close enough to reach out and touch her. His hair is sticking out every-which way, and there is a dull shock running through his entire body. But Axel's curiosity gets the better of him, curiosity killed the cat, so he reaches out and grabs her shoulder.
His world is pain, electricity running through his entire body. The woman bares her teeth at him, in what could barely be called a smile.
Axel shoots up out of his bed in the World that Never Was, breathing heavily, with a faint tingle coursing through his veins. That day, on patrol, the Organization gains a new member. Larxene, Number XII, the Savage Nymph, wielder of lightning.
Meh. We were talking about some metaphors in Romeo and Juliet and I learned why lightning thundered. So, because I hadn't written any Larxels, I figured this was as good a place as any to start. It's finished, officially, but I can see how it would be made into a story. If anyone wants that (hint, hint) just tell me.