Sometimes i dont think anyone even understands me. They don't know why I always come up here. They used to think I was crazy. They even took me to the healer. He said it was just a phase. The only way I can forget about things is to come up here and watch the storm.
When the lightning flashes, thunder roars, and the world comes tumbling down around me. Everything stops for a storm. Everything stops for the moments of fiery steel, followed by raging torents of rain. Answered by rumbling seeming to come from deep in the ground- then for a split second the world is illuminated in a flash of lightning. And the storm is so powerful, yet so pure. The only thing that satisfies it is the truth, it knows and cares nothing for lies, greed or deceit. My parents try to understand. But they don't. I can see it in their gaze. They think im crazy.
But even beyond this theres something ive never told anyone.
I was struck by lighting once.
I know its impossible. Im nothing special that would have made me not be harmed- im just Saria Yanmoya, im not nobility- 13 years old, brown-bronze hair, brown-gold eyes- im a nobody.
And personally, I like it this way. That's why I haven't told anybody. Or told about the way the winds obey my every command. About how when im angry, frightened, sad, a thunderstorm comes. About how standing in the wrath or a storm is the only thing that makes me feel any better.
Theyd just think I was crazy anyway.
I wish I could stop thinking about this. But the storms over and theres nothing to distract me. Ill try and go to sleep.
A girl came to our town today. I don't know why but something makes me curious about her. She has red frizzy-curly hair in a million braids. And steel gray blue eyes. Her name is trisana chandler.