Have I ever told you about the time I was swept away? About the time the world was in chaos? How everything was shifting and moving and being torn to pieces by storms and winds and rain?
Well then, I’ll tell you.
The wind howled like nothing else.
A thousand wailing souls had nothing on that wind. It was too strong for this world. It blew even the strongest of trees to the ground. It subjugated everything in its wake, and left nothing but devastation.
The rain was no better.
It poured relentlessly, as if all the lost souls that drifted to heaven suddenly realized they were separate from their beloved. They all lamented at once, as one, and flooded every piece of land in sight.
And the lightning?
It was incomprehensible.
It flashed everywhere, but seemingly nowhere. It was here and then there and then nowhere, as is the nature of the lightning beasts that roam the skies. Only, there didn’t seem to be one single area that the lightning targeted. The lightning targeted everything, everywhere, without ceasing. It was as if the gods had unchained the lightning beasts and set them loose on the world. Allowed them free roam to devour our lands, our trees, our people.
But there was one good thing about the storms. About the wind and the rain and the lightning.
It rumbled right behind the beasts, constantly reminding the beasts of their devastation. Of what they were doing, as is the job of a thunder beast. And that thunder, as it rumbled on, understood what was happening. Took pity on us people.
You see, as the world devolved into storms and chaos, and as the storms and chaos chipped away at the world, and as everything began to be swept away, there was me.
And I, too, was swept away.
Not by the wind or the rain or the lightning.
No, not by those harsh beasts. Rather, I was swept away by a gentler spirit.
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