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Fire Series: 2 - Deluge Brewing

My legs felt like I have already been on foot for close to half a day so I stopped. To my dismay, the mountains ahead also did not look any nearer than when I laid eyes on them the first time. I looked back to where I came from and realized that it was as if I haven’t traveled at all. It seemed like I was walking on a treadmill and the land was just corner-to-corner wallpaper.

The skies, however, have definitely gone darker. Hundreds of flashes of lightning branched out in the clouds in an eerily illuminating display. Tornado-like gusts of winds whipped my body that the mere act of standing straight became a chore. With a forearm covering my eyes, I resumed my strides.

I still had no idea whatsoever where I was. To make matters worse, my gut instinct also kept whispering to me that something was coming; that nothing about this place was going to be banal.

Perhaps aliens abducted me during my slumber? I immediately dismissed the preposterous possibility. Or maybe I was transported to the prehistoric past? There are no dinosaurs, though; it even strongly seemed like I was the only living creature on this patch of land at the moment.

Suddenly, the ground directly beneath me growled loudly. With bone-chilling sounds of cracking, the floor quickly split in two. “Dammit!” My reaction was a little too late and my jump to the other side fell short. My fingers narrowly clipped the edge of the underground wall. With a mighty effort, I hoisted myself up from the newly-formed cliff and propped down on a boulder. It was too close that I almost smelled the scent of death. I looked down and heard the dark depth digging itself deeper. “Just great. What could happen next?”

I sat up after letting the adrenaline settle. The quakes have become more violent… I knew I had to be more careful. In an abrupt converse, the shaking discontinued. It was as if this entire place was listening in on my thoughts because the other anomalies died down as well.

But the silence was short lived.

In fact, it only lasted for half a minute as the skies started manifesting a fury I was instantly certain no one has ever witnessed. The wind’s new-found power created sharp whistles in between its squalls and threw me a few feet away. And as if things could not get any worse, the now labyrinths of raw electricity above have found a new target: everything below.

A lightning storm!

Paralyzed while beholding the horrific sight, a bolt struck somewhere within my proximity. Lightning and earth met in a shattering crash. I remained too overwhelmed to will myself even just to move a hair. With no other reliable choice, I left my fate to luck and my luck to fate. I pressed my hands hard on my ears, knelt, and bowed onto the ground.

Unexpectedly, my armor began to feel cold. Stone-cold.

I was glowing.

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