A/N:Hey...I'm back after a REALLY long time...so forgive me...pen name changed...well, not really changed. You'll know why later...for now, R&R!

Story 3: Midnight Rain

The rain was pouring once again; Mehara Street was soon to be flooded. People came dashing around corners, trying to find shelter during the heavy rain. But I am not part of these people…I love the rain.

Perhaps what made me love this was the time I met a true friend…someone, too, who loves the rain.

As I recall, the rain was my first and only fear. Once, when I was a child, I lost my mother because everyone was running around. For once I was scarred, People started gathering around me, asking questions and the like. These people, complete strangers to me, were all staring at me. I began to cry.

From that moment on, I avoided the rain. I would not go out to the streets of Prontera when this would happen. I would skip our theology lessons at the church when I was novice, aiming to be an Acolyte someday. I was lucky enough to finish my studies and was eligible to be a Monk but not a Priest, probably because of my low grades in History.

But what was unusual was that no one seemed to care about me after that event. It seemed like no one cared when I was absent during classes. When I was stranded inside the church when it rained. No one seemed to care about me.

But I had to move on. The past was the past, I said to myself. But even so, it seems to keep on haunting me. Recurring nightmares every night of the days I was stranded when I was still there…at the church.

The least my luck would give me was to give me a job. Yes, I did work for the Payon Empress, and it was there that my view of the rain changed.

I was an apothecary; the Monks of the Ruins gave me this assignment before I could be one of them. I was also made a guard to the Crown Empress Liaa. She wasn't really that beautiful, nor was she attractive but she had wits, a trait rare to women nowadays. She was of fifteen years of age; I was only older by a couple of months. I would escort her to the Elder Willows; heal her when she needed to be. I was there during the usual formal events at the palace, escorting her wherever she would go. But these events did not change what I saw the rain as: horrid.

It was, to be specific, a night at the balcony of her room when the rain started to pour down again. Small drops of water began to form at the room's windows. A sudden gust of air opened the windows. It seemed that the whole palace was about to fall down, but she was calm. I started questioning myself: Why…Why was this woman so calm…She wasn't troubled by the strong wind gushing in her room. I approached her slowly; the fear of the rain was still in my head.

"Why are you so calm?" I asked

"Why are you troubled? It is only the rain…" Her words flowed into the cold air as she starred into the ocean of the sky

I was astounded to hear such words. This girl had something that made her speak such words. It could have been me, being paranoid and all but then again…she might be right. Before I can ask another question she began to speak again:

"Do you fear the rain?"

I nodded

She smiled a bit; maybe she was ridiculed by the idea. Maybe. I wasn't so sure. She put her hand outside the window. A few drops slid down her arm.

"The rain does not mean that the gods are crying…it simply means that they are experiencing something. I…I do not know. But you, why do you fear? What is in the rain that makes it so frightful."

The whole world seemed to stop for a moment. I told her my story. She seemed to like the whole story

"And what has this done to you?"

I told her more. About the church. About sadness. About everything that the rain has done to my life.

"You worry to much." She gave out a small smile "The rain has done good things to my life…"

A smile once again came from her. Her lips began to move slowly

" My sister died one night…a tragic assassination event that eventually failed. It was I that was suppose to die…but it was my sister who suffered my fate..."


To be continued...

A/N:Not really my intention that this will be continued...I just copied the wrong file in my folder at school.../pif