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The dull beat of wings in the air was hypnotic. The wind howling past her ears was not. The sun had set long ago and she'd flown far enough that the moons no longer shone so brightly. Clouds ate most of the sky with greedy fingers and the air smelled charged with lightning.
Flexing its claws a large bird shifted its course, choosing to ride the wind instead of fight it. That is, until a sharp gust of wind had her whirling to stay air-bourne. Screeching her anger at the sky she turned to head more north and circumvent the storm and came face to face with a towering black wall of storm that smelled of brimstone. Thunder boomed deafeningly from the clouds, vicious red lightning tore through the blackness, leaving it all the darker from having been there.
Eyes widening, the bird dove towards the ground as fast as she could, tucking her wings against her body and free falling like a bullet. The clouds werent a natural storm, she'd encountered a few similar when the Twilights Hammer had called forth a demon on Darkshore. But this, this was forged from pure hate. Hate so large as to consume the world.
She was a mile from the ground when the clouds took her. Blackness filled her vision and she gasped as she felt her form slip away. She was a night elf was hair as black as ravens wings as the storm swept her away. She screamed for only a moment before she felt a presence, a hatred, aim for her and tear its way through her mind, her magic. She felt somthing trying to tear her away from nature, from her druidic powers! Gasping for breath through the whipping wind and booming thunder she curled into a ball, arms around her head, and tried to grasp her magic. But it was like trying to grab sand, and it slipped through her fingers no matter how she struggled to hold it. She felt the earth screaming in pain through her head. Its wailing so loud she heard nothing else. Trees and flowers cried out and died as something split and ravaged them more surely then any axe could. The waters boiled. The sky burned. Tears flowed down her cheeks, her voice went unheared as she wailed with the world, caught in the eye of a storm so large as to consume the world.
And then, all was mercifully quiet as she felt static prickling up her arms, before the lightning flashed, red and angry, and she felt no more as she fell weightless to the ground.
**Sorry its so short but I needed to post something to get me out of my own way! This is my take on experiencing the cataclysm first hand. Lemme know what'cha think!**