Storm
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Lightning arches across a rent and wounded sky.
Rain pours down on my frail form.
The world is an inky black. Too dark for even me.
Which is pretty dark.
"……"
Welcome
to the tempest.
I Stand upon the Tower, and watch the infinite inky depths.
"……"
A
lighting strike illuminates infinity. A measly ten kilometers of
urban chaos.
The dark soon reclaims the world.
"Azarath, Metrion, Zilthos."
The tempest shifts its power ever so slightly.
I smile. I still haven't forgotten Azar's old lessons.
SnnnkkkkTttt…!
"……"
It's a rare occurrence that Earth throws up a true storm.
When it does, I can be found on the Tower's roof, reveling in its power.
There are few powers that can face the fury of the storm.
I can not manipulate it.
Slade can not survive it.
Father can not enslave it.
"……"
Go from the oceans of Earth to the forests of Azarath to the pastel fields of Tamaran; you will always find the Storm.
There is an intricate order in the exchange of electrical charges and Attractive blasts of ions.
There is an inherent chaos in the destruction of forests and flooding of cities.
"……"
Even
father can not reach me amidst the fury of the storm.
He does not even try.
My mind can wander free, unchained.
"……"
I
have sometimes wondered if he watches somewhere above; laughing at my
temporary independence.
He mocks me with the one word that I have to answer for.
"……"
Destiny.
The Antithesis of Freedom.
Fate mocks every ideal, every achievement to the contrary. By very definition they are meant to fail.
"……"
Soon,
Daughter, you too will be a storm. A storm of red.
I shudder and retreat indoors.
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Before you kill me, Blackest Darkness, yes this is based on Toboe Lonewolf's Into the Tempest.
Nothing was plagiarized in the making of this chapter.