Ashes in May Ch. 11 A Storm to Foretell
So, this chapter is a bit more on the sad side and rather short, at least in terms of my writing, so I hope it will be interesting to read. I really tried to see what I could do without having any form of dialog. I tried my best to use as many descriptive words and make it feel like you actually are in the situation.
OKAY, EVERYONE FOR THIS NEXT PART I WANT YOU TO PUT ON SOME DRAMICTAL MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND. I THINK IT WILL HELP SELL THE EXPERIENCE.
WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS, I WAS LISTENING TO THIS EPIC MUSIC THAT SEEMS TO REALLY FIT. I LEAVE THE LINK TO THE YOUTUBE LINK HERE: /7ww_WOb5ais HIGHLY ADVISED!
THE COMPOSER: Mark John Petrie
ALBUM: ASCENDANCE (2018)
Anyway, if the video ends before you're done reading the chapter you can always just restart the video to keep the mood going.
[Six years and a half years ago]
The dark of night covered the region of Alola with skies full of thundering clouds that rain heavily. The trees trembled and shook; leave and branches alike ripped from the tree by the torrential winds. Exeggutor huddled together as they themselves felt the full brunt of the winds all hoping for a quick end to the storm. Thunder crashed through the atmosphere with each flash of lightning. Scrrshsh! The sea was roaring with unrest beckoning forth massive waves to slam against the islands of Alola. The ocean rose up to bring water up the shores making an extremely dangerous area. Within their homes, the people of the regions huddle together to wait out the powerful typhoon. Though typhoons such as this were rare in Alola they still occurred from time to time. Bring howling winds, pumping rain, and raging seas bring all the creatures that lived on the islands to take shelter with little option but to wait it out.
It was this night where a boy woke with a start just as a bolt of lightning hit the highest rise on Melemele Island. Light filled the room just as the boy's foot hit the floor before he ran, ran as fast as he could, he wanted the one person he missed most. He ran through the house halls with heavy steps, sobs joining the booming storm; opening the door he sprinted through the waves of rain and against the winds that blasted against his body not bothering to even remember the open door he left behind. The boy's partner shouted out to him in fright watching his human run out into the dangerous hurricane. Quickly, he went to alert the child's parents who had not heard his escape because of the storm. Slammed at the door with its tail to get their attention quickly pointing out the door when they answered. Instant, dread set deep in their chest when the realized what the mouse was exclaiming.
The young child trudges through the rain up towards the top of Melemele as the rain streamed down his face alongside his tears. Soaked from head to toe he ran, he didn't know to where or why, he just need to get somewhere. He cried loudly as electricity flowed through the dark clouds and thunder rumbled making the air tremble. His bare feet thumping against the mud and rocks. He couldn't stop running he needs his mother; he needs her to comfort him. He wanted his mom. He saw the plant life around his quiver and shake with the winds, he felt then against his skin as he ran through. He didn't know how long it took by he had made it to Iki Town and looked around, he stood in the middle of a town that had been boarded up to receive the full force of the storm, yet he was standing here with the rain beating down on him, his hair down over his face, and his body shivering. He stood for a moment before taking a step and once more lightning streaked over the heavens above lighting the town and creating a shadow of himself. Just as the sight of the shadow looked empty as so, he felt, still he charged up the Mahalo trail wincing and jolting as lightning lit up the stone carvings along the trail. He wondered just why everything was so scary, why everything was terrifying. Thunder exploded overhead as he ran across the old wooden bridge feeling pain as they dug wet splinters into his unprotected feel. The wind blew hard through the valley of the river below tossing the bridge from side to side and still the young trainer trudge through entering the land in which the ruins of conflict resided. Then finally the child allowed his body to collapse as his cries blending in with the rage of the storm; curling his body into a ball he hid his face as he shivered mourning the death of his mother. He missed his mom. He wished she would pull him into her arms and tell him it would all be okay.
His aura flaring around his small body sending energy in irregular waves all around him burning the wet trees and draining energy from them. His aura reaching for the sky drawing in the storm's energy. An aura of rage, abandonment, mourning, and sorrow emanated from him. His aura uncontrolled it drew the lightning ever neared as it charged with the sound of radio waves before lighting up the skies. From within the Ruins of Conflict, a presence awakes jetting its way out into the typhoon just as a powerful bolt of lightning rained down headed for the boy in the mud. Taking the hit directly it remained in the sky as a lightning rod to protect the young child. Water rained down in waves, the wind howled, and the ocean extends to the skies. His own screams of pain and sobs joining nature's wrath. The clash of the elements roared yet seem distant to him when he felt himself being lifted into warms arms. He felt being held tightly against someone who spoked to him through his loud cries and sobs; his aura burning her with the power of his sorrow. For a brief moment, he let his eyes glance over the person to see a woman who was not his mother by birth but would come to be a mother all the same. His lips quivered as he cried into her chest as he held to her just as tight. She had gotten to him first and though she was small in size she used the strength of a mother to carry her ten-year-old child in her arms. A mother's promise she made to him that she could never replace his birth mother, but she would love, care, and protect him just like a mother would. He was her son to love and care for. Upon, that promise her heart and soul connected to her son's bring his aura to a pulse of grateful radiance. Sincerity, from her soul of pure silver and her heart of gold, brought a melodic sound to echo through the land of Alola.
Raising her eye from her child to the sea she saw a beast of sliver and azure burst from the raging waves singing its song. It sang a soothing song as it soared through the sky before lighting its eyes a glow then bringing its large wings together; its power course through the air as it flapped its powerful arms once send its power and wind to dispel the hurricane. Wind from the creature changed the heavens and in seconds the rain slowed to a few drips, the winds calmed to a gentle breeze and the clouds dissipated revealing the gorgeous night sky above. The legendary guardian of the sea flew over the islands of Alola and paused before the mother and child. The creature closed its eyes allowing its song ring through the area, a tune that soothes both their souls. Its sound gently lulled the crying boy into a peaceful sleep. Then, the beast of silver allowed a special feather of sorts, that shined like silver, to float down to the humans before it flew out to the calm waters then diving into it. However, just as it disappeared an avian of gold and colors aplenty, flew over the region. Brightly, shining it let out a cry as it brought about an aura of many colors that shone over the skies, and as it flew overhead a single feather fell from it landing within the woman's reach. She gazed up at the legendary guardian of the skies in wonder as it flew into the distance. Her heart still beating in rapid succession taking a deep breath gently rubbing the boy's back as he nuzzled into her neck in his sleep. The colors calm her heart allowing her to feel relieved. Reaching to take the two feathers in her hand.
Footsteps were heard approaching coxing her to look in the direction to see her husband and father of her son running towards them with her son's partner. An expression of relief upon the man's face seeing his family safe as he arrives bring then both into his arms holding them tight. As so, both parents held their son with love under the glistening night sky and the aurora for colors.
Trust in One, Trust in Three.
Taken by the Heart and Soul,
A peak of mysteries and a basin of hope. Traverse with care for the land will thrash, the sea will rage and the sky will howl. A dimension of delusions and distortions will change the truth. Time will erode the ideals of the many. Ashes of destruction will rock the world; for the time will come when the unbalanced will threaten all that is known. May, a time of life and growth will be the harbinger of death which shall bring a rain ashes from the heavens. Beware of Ashes in May.
As stated above that will be known as part 1 of the legend. I will be revealing the rest as the story goes on. "Beware of Ashes in May," is actually a way to refer to Shakespeare's Julius Caesar in which the phrase, "Beware the ides of March," as a way to make the story sound ominous ya know. Okay, so that's all I got for you for today. I hope you all enjoyed this very brief chapter as some context to the story. Please review, I'd like to know what you thought and see if I could improve on anything. AS THE JOURNEY CONTINUES!