Outside the window clouds swirled and collided as a massive storm erupted. Entangled masses of thunderheads swelled and exploded in a wave of noise, rain, and brilliant flashes of lightning. Yet inside the small transport-vanship the only movements were of the pilots hands on his controls.
In the small passenger compartment Sophia Forrester sat unmoving, staring at the raging maelstrom. As she sat she thought of the movement of the clouds. In her head they seemed like great nations; boisterous and powerful with a thirst for conflict. And as she saw them rage on she saw that each had its own sort of personality. Excited by this observation she began to compare and decided to name one particular large drift Anatoray.
Do you see father? Even the very world of nature has taken on your paranoid attitude. And I am to be but one more pawn in your mad attempts to stay forever powerful. How long until the lightning of your rage strikes?
But she knew, all too well, her father's movements. She knew exactly what he was going to do, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She would try, yes, she would always try, but he was as stubborn as he was insane.
I do not want your throne! I don't want to be empress, I just, I just... she sighed. Her one request, she knew it would never be met. Still,
I just want to be with Alex.
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Finally wrote more. This chapter actually holds something a little personal in it. But it's a long story about cosplaying and first love so forget it. Anyway, I think I actually said what I wanted to in this one. See what you think.