Power

by estrenix

This new power was astonishing. Not only would it save them, but the feelings that came with it were more than enough to change Piper's view on life. In the final moments of battle, Piper experiences a whole new kind of power.

Time is moving too fast. My world is spinning around me in an endless blur of colors and sound. Everything is falling apart, disintegrating into a worthless pile of dust. The Earth and Sky shake with intangible vibrations that pulverize all thoughts. My entire being is an eternal conundrum of feeling and numbness, a confusing blend of fear and exhilaration. I am completely overwhelmed, making motions to scream and laugh in the same breath. The mirage of colors dances behind my eyelids creating myriads of pictures, memories and anything my mind can create. The past, present and future all blend together into one massive picture. I want to live so badly that the overwhelming feeling makes me wish for death. The universe has crashed down upon me in a single blow, shattering like glass. The small fragments and pieces scatter throughout my being. In this one instant I feel everything and nothing. I can sense the emotions flying rapidly around me, the anger, sadness, love and hate surrounding me in a shroud of wonderment. My senses have erupted into a never-ending blend and become perfectly attuned to my surroundings. My eyes suddenly fly open. Everything around me is clearer, almost piercingly so. The clouds are stained red by the endless fires that burn below and the blood red sun that sets behind. It is all strangely beautiful. Then an evil sound sends a sharp crack through it all. My eyes shoot upward and land upon her. She floats above me, mocking me with her laughter. The wonderful emotions quickly change into something sharp as the sword her lackey holds in his hands. This new feeling overtakes me and changes my mind to something new: loathing. The situation I am slams into me and I am suddenly aware. Suddenly I am all powerful. My strength has returned in a burst of triumph and I can't wait. Can't wait to use it, can't wait to kill her, and can't wait to win. I reach to my side with a new found confidence. The crystal shines in my hand. I smirk. This move was for Aerrow who faithfully held onto my hand, for all those who had lost and suffered. I know exactly which one I'll use. We named it after the last Sky Knight they followed into battle. This final blow was for him and would serve as the biggest slap to the face Cyclonia had ever felt. With one final draw in of breath I give the call.

"Lightning Strike"