by AWillowsDream

Created on: January 23, 2010

THE PRICE OF POWER

      I could feel the energy of the storm drawing near.  I pumped my legs mercilessly against the strain of weary muscles.  With the smell of ensuing rain I felt a new energy course through once tired veins.  I pressed on harder through the tangle of briars and bushes that tore at my flesh as I ran.  Heeding the call of the storm warning, I used energy from the very winds that now make the trees creak and moan above my head to move ahead. 

My long hair whipped all about me and slapped me in the face, in the eyes.  I thought nothing of it as my well-toned body kept me going though the onslaught.  I grinned, a bit like the Mad-Hatter in Wonderland and realized, in fact, that I like the sharp stings.  It’s nothing, though, in comparison to the red welts and gashes of the briars and sticker-bushes.  My arm scraped against the rough bark of a tall Oak.  That might fester, I thought, but knew deep down it wouldn’t; it never had before.  I breathed in a lung-full of air and held for a moment so I could better harness the energy passing through the entire Earth because of one, simple storm.  The trees breathed with me, our hearts beat as one.  Do trees have hearts?  I never thought of this before, but felt it was a wonderful idea.  My eyes rolled back in my head as I neared the white door. 

Still heady with the ecstasy of the approaching storm, I ran to my home and quickly threw open all of the windows. I wanted to let in all the excitement of the storm.  The winds rushed and blew through my long, golden-brown hair only to flow throughout the entire house, giving everyone the chance to feel the same sense of enigmatic rapture and impending doom that I held onto.  Huge, warm, then cold drops blew in the open window, onto new carpet and freshly painted walls.  Yet, how could I care? 

     Then came the silence.  The silence that comes before every great storm.  All the others thought it was over; they believed it was the end.  But I knew.  I knew it hadn’t even begun to wreak the havoc that was sure to come.  My excitement grew.  I knew the storm warning wouldn’t break its promise to me; it’s promise of destruction and devastation and a power that no one else seemed to feel or even sense.

     The blackness came with the pounding

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