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Post by Jadeanite on Jan 19, 2004 9:42:33 GMT -5
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The storm surrounds you, gray and black and white, swirling about you. Your wings are not your own. Your body, tumbling wildly into the nothingness of rain, wind and lightning. Trying to fight and gain back your strength, it only strikes like a whip about you, again and again. A final blow, and you lose yourself to its grasp...
The swirl of wind carries you with the storm, gently and softly compared to its earlier wrath. You travel far, over sea, above stone, ‘til all that’s left of the giant cumulonimbus cloud is white and peaceful again.
At last you reach a land, and the winds set you down gently, blowing leaves up and down as if in farewell. The land is beautiful and filled with all sorts of creatures and plants, abundance for all. Your eyes flutter open to the sweet singing of birds and the gentle rays of sunshine flowing out upon you.
Welcome, you hear. Spinning around, you see no one, but you feel the wind. It spins around you, laughing almost. You cannot see me, Wing-spreader! Look around, what do you see? You see a beautiful land, filled with every need, am I correct? You nod, it continues on. But not seen the darkness about to come. But whatever you do, do not give in or give up hope! A gust of wind brushes past your face, then you are alone.
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