Prologue
The clouds drifted lazily across the sky, giving no sign of shade against the grueling sun. It was probably for the better, but either or it would of been nice for some rain. The elders said that the best things come to those who wait, but the children of the small village hadn't learned patience that well.
A small girl, no older then eight, sat Indian style on a hill, her albino hair pulled back into an elegant pony tail. She had an air of maturiry around her, and indeed had many responsibilities around the village. Her most important one was watching the children younger then her.
Said children were playing by the pond when he came... who was he exactly? He was her betrothed. He was 14 years old, and much too mischievous for her liking. He slid his arms around her waist as he sat behind her.
"Afternoon Ororo..." he said playfully. The girl squeeled and pulled away from him, looking at him with a blush. "Hey! What's wrong?"
"Nothing Sefu," she looked to the ground respectfully, trying to coax her blush away. Her cheeks could be stained for hours just listening to the rumours of some of the things he did to the older girls at night... not that they could ever be true.
"Hey look," she looked up to see Sefu pointing to the sky. "The clouds are spreading out more... think we'll get some shade?"
"Maybe," Ororo smiled at him, and he smiled back. "Is that professor still here?"
"You mean the one in the wheelchair?" Sefu asked, his smile turning to a frown. "Why do you like that man?"
"He's nice," Ororo explained. "And he tells good stories." Sefu's frown grew.
"Ororo," Sefu said sternly. "As my future wife, I forbid you from talking to that man... what else do you need in your head but foolish tales to take you away from your duties?" Ororo stared at him for a few moments before turning away, her cheeks flushed not from embarassment, but from anger. Who was he to tell her what to do? Sure, some day they would be married, but until then he had no rule over her life!
She mused over this deeply, and ignored him when he talked to her. He tried to say sorry, but she wouldn't listen.
"Ororo..." he tried again. She would of ignored him, but there was something in his voice... panic. "Ororo... look at the sky." She shook her head slightly. It was just some fools joke.
There was a scream.
Ororo looked up, remembering the children. They were all running towards them. It didn't take her long to figure out why...
The clouds. The goddess must of gotten mad at them, for she had twisted them up in an angry dark mass of swirls that was speeding towards them. Ororo got scared as a horrible realisation came to her...
More of those angry swirls were propelling from around her, sending Sefu's hair in a giant mess. She looked at him with wide eyes, and he backed away, terrified.
"Sefu?" she said, reaching towards him. He stumbled falling back and rolling down the hill. He hit his head on something... she didn't see what. "Sefu!"
The wind picked up, throwing her hair out of it's pony tail and sending it around her small frame like curtains of snow. She hugged herself tightly, wishing for it to stop... what had she done to anger the goddess? How had she displeased her? Why make the entire village suffer for something she had done?
The children's screams grew...
Ororo's eyes snapped open as she sat up, her face covered in cold sweat. With a small groan she fell back onto her bed, pulling the covers up over her face. She didn't want to wake up anytime soon... waking up meant school, training, and discovering that yes, she did just have that nightmare.
She was just about to drift off when an echo of the children's screams entered her mind. She sat up straight and looked at her clock. 6:09am.
'Great... well, guess there hasta be something I can do for a few hours...'