The wind blew angrily, whipping leaves off trees and making them dance and swirl amongst the torrent of rain drops pummeling the ground. As the thunder made the trees tremble with its strength, blue lightening lit up the storm-darkened sky in a bright flash, for brief moment revealing everything in the forest. The forest floor was thick with mud from two days of rain that showed no sign of stopping. Nature seemed angry, and no signs of life could be seen among the trees. The animals had taken cover, and would not venture forth until long after the rains had stopped.
In the center of this storm-soaked wood was a castle, it towers rose white against the black sky, the pennants at the peaks whipping in the gales. All the windows were dark, save one, and in that window a silhouette could be seen. A person stood, staring into the tumultuous storm, watching the rain fall in great waves.
This person, the Queen in fact, was quite lovely. Waves of golden curls cascaded down her back, held away from her face by a circlet of red gold carved into roses. Her emerald eyes glittered with each strike of lightening, and her lips were pressed into a thin line that ruined the perfection of her alabaster face. She wore a gown of ivory satin that pooled around her feet in liquid beauty. The only dash of color was the crimson sash about her waist, knotted at the right hip and hanging down the gown like blood on newly fallen snow.
Her slender manicured hand rested against the flat of her stomach, the other hand reached out to press against the glass. The moment her delicate fingers touched the windowpane, there was a bright flash of light. Gasping, she pulled her hand away from the glass, her eyes widened in surprise. She looked down at the hand on her abdomen, and smiled.
"I pray that my child, which grows within me now, will be a bright ray of sunshine on a stormy day. May her hair be the color of lightening, shimmering in the afternoon, and may her eyes hold the beauty of the storm within their depths."
Almost as if in response to her prayer, the sky lit up once more, and the rain seemed to taper away. Pleased, the queen turned from the window and walked away gracefully.