Falling…
In…out. In…out.
Deep into the depths of darkness she felt herself being pulled. Alone…no one…alone…dark.
Mama! Familiar cries from a time long ago, making it suddenly hard to breathe. Her heart pounded against her rib-cage, only awaiting the moment when it would be free – free to fly once again.
In…out. In…out.
Mama, where are you!?
Small Lady…
Who?
Small Lady…
Flying. She had gone flying – a dream, or a vision?
Running…running toward a cliff. Just a few more feet! 1…2…3…4…
Weightless…floating feather on a stream of air.
Freedom…from all she was; all she was to become. Freedom from the pressures of life, the heart ache, the cold, dark, and emotionless void that had consumed her being.
Where are you, Mama? Why do you let me suffer this? Why am I alone again?
She saw no dancing colors as she had that night in the sky above. Clouds darkened, leading the way to an endless torture. She flew through each cloud as they roiled and gathered, electricity grabbing at her gown and skin, making her convulse in agony.
Where were her colors?
No diamonds surrounded her as she dove through one cloud after another, yet the warning of the storm was prevalent. She flew through the cloud, the electricity standing her hair on end.
Where were her diamonds?
Electricity now powered her being. She punctured the cloud and stayed among the stars – the majestic, celestial orchestra now lost to her. The moon hung there, staring at her. She did not know it, nor did it acknowledge her.
She twirled. Nothing happened. No partner; no orchestra; no diamonds; no colors…alone…dark…
Alone…a voice whispered into her mind. Suffer…alone…dark…
Rage…
Her eyes flew open, an angry fire blazing in her ruby eyes.
Energy…Anger…Rage…
Mama…
Alone…
Papa…
Alone…dark…RAGE!
She dove back into the Cajun blackened clouds, away from the whispering winds. The time had come, she decided as she halted next to her newest and dearest friend.
She took Brad's hand and smiled, a malevolent smile passing his lips as a soft cackle left hers.
It was time to make it rain…
