The sound of rolling thunder was rampant around her. Amidst the storm she stood, strong and unwavering. This was her world. This was her element.
Princess Jupiter watched as bolts of lightning bounced off the ground. She wondered why they did not hit her--she was the only thing in the field for miles around.
Because you are not concentrating, she thought. She had to will the lightning to her. She had to call out to it, plead with it to come to her. Yet they struck elsewhere and she went unnoticed. She wondered why the storm would ignore her in this way. She was not use to such snideness in her Colossal Kingdom. She was princess of the largest planet in the Alliance. She stood tall and majestic as opposed to the other princesses. All looked upon her in respect and admiration.
And yet the lightning, her own element, chose to ignore her commands. Perturbed by the situation, the princess thought of leaving her quest until another day. Her family and friends would not think less of her for it. They would encourage her to try again. She turned to leave.
As she walked farther and farther from the spot where she had stood, she thought the lightning might finally seek her, remorseful for its uncouth behavior. Yet still the energy had not beckoned to her. Rage suddenly boiled in her veins. How dare it? How dare it ignore royalty?
She ran back to the spot, screaming and snarling until a low guttaral roar emerged from deep within her. She raised her arms, and as she did this realized that she had to follow the lightning. She had to go to it herself. She felt her feet leave the ground, and rose as high as she could will herself to. Lightning strikes the highest point, she thought. The pinnacle.
A bolt of lightning came crashing to the middle of her forehead. I'm going to die, she thought. This is how it will end. The searing heat raced through her body and scrambled her thoughts, yet still she stayed paralyzed in the air, no longer rising, but not falling either.
Then, she managed to focus on one of her thoughts. Serena, she thought. I must protect the Moon Princess. It is my fate as princess of Jupiter. It is my duty as a warrior.
She let out another scream--a war cry. It was a war against the storm that held her now in its clutches. She would tame it, and make it bow to her. The bolt of lightning centered on her forehead suddenly branched out into millions of bolts directed toward the storm. With every spark of power she could muster, she contained the storm in her web of electricity. The web contracted and imploded, destroying the storm with it. She fell slowly to the ground, until she finally felt it under her back. Victory was hers.
Princess Jupiter watched as bolts of lightning bounced off the ground. She wondered why they did not hit her--she was the only thing in the field for miles around.
Because you are not concentrating, she thought. She had to will the lightning to her. She had to call out to it, plead with it to come to her. Yet they struck elsewhere and she went unnoticed. She wondered why the storm would ignore her in this way. She was not use to such snideness in her Colossal Kingdom. She was princess of the largest planet in the Alliance. She stood tall and majestic as opposed to the other princesses. All looked upon her in respect and admiration.
And yet the lightning, her own element, chose to ignore her commands. Perturbed by the situation, the princess thought of leaving her quest until another day. Her family and friends would not think less of her for it. They would encourage her to try again. She turned to leave.
As she walked farther and farther from the spot where she had stood, she thought the lightning might finally seek her, remorseful for its uncouth behavior. Yet still the energy had not beckoned to her. Rage suddenly boiled in her veins. How dare it? How dare it ignore royalty?
She ran back to the spot, screaming and snarling until a low guttaral roar emerged from deep within her. She raised her arms, and as she did this realized that she had to follow the lightning. She had to go to it herself. She felt her feet leave the ground, and rose as high as she could will herself to. Lightning strikes the highest point, she thought. The pinnacle.
A bolt of lightning came crashing to the middle of her forehead. I'm going to die, she thought. This is how it will end. The searing heat raced through her body and scrambled her thoughts, yet still she stayed paralyzed in the air, no longer rising, but not falling either.
Then, she managed to focus on one of her thoughts. Serena, she thought. I must protect the Moon Princess. It is my fate as princess of Jupiter. It is my duty as a warrior.
She let out another scream--a war cry. It was a war against the storm that held her now in its clutches. She would tame it, and make it bow to her. The bolt of lightning centered on her forehead suddenly branched out into millions of bolts directed toward the storm. With every spark of power she could muster, she contained the storm in her web of electricity. The web contracted and imploded, destroying the storm with it. She fell slowly to the ground, until she finally felt it under her back. Victory was hers.
