OMG THE BEST STORM EVER IS OUTSIDE!
Like, it should still be light but it's dark, there's soooo much rain that's it's already flooded the streets, there's intense lightning... SOOO AWESOME! D D XD XD XD
I was out with my parents eating dinner and you could actually watch the darkness come. CRONOS IS COMING! (a joke for only Percy Jackson fans ^.^) So, since my surroundings greatly influence my stories, here it is! (I should probably write this really quickly cause I think there's going to be a power outage...)
Title: Eye of the Storm
Summery: Morgan saw the storm coming...
Words: 111
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, okay?! *runs off sobbing*
Morgana saw the storm coming.
The dark clouds, dark as night, came in slow but powerful waves, swallowing up the cloudless day, stealing away the light.
Morgana heard it coming.
Droves of thunder crashed through the previous quiet, followed immediately by flashes of lightning, deadly bolts that tore through trees and earth, leaving their marks of destruction.
Morgana could feel the storm.
The air began to cool, and wisps of wind danced by her arms, stirring the fine hairs that covered her limbs. Drops of rain, growing in size, began to fall on her face.
Morgana could taste the impending doom.
The air was salty, sulfurous.
Morgana could smell it.
The air smelled not only of the sea, but of destruction and terror, smells that are common in their occurrence but impossible to describe.
Morgana closed her eyes. Even through her closed lids, the lightning flashed, bright and horrible.
Flash!
Her evil smiles, her torturing Merlin, her betrayal of Arthur, her betrayal of herself...
Flash!
Swords clashing, cries of pain, cries of terror, cries that will never be heard again...
Flash!
Being struck by a sword, the pain of rejection, the pain of death, the pain of life...
Flash!
The metallic, sickening, taste found only in blood...
Flash!
The smell of death.
Morgana opened her eyes. She was in the eye of the storm. All around her, trees were being uprooted, rain and wind were whipping, gales were shrieking, but she, in the center of the storm, was untouched. For just a moment, she thought of betrayal, she though of cries, she thought of pain and blood and death. Then her expression hardened, and she began to laugh.
And the storm took her.
My favorite waitress at my favorite restaurant (the Japanese restaurant we were just at) gave us these soft, Asian milk candies that are the best things I have ever tasted. Life is good ^.^
Revieeeeeeew!
(please)
(it would make me very happy)
(... ;))