The thunderstorms have arrived and yet i have made no effort to run - or am i just too tired? The very earth is shaking from all the fleeing villagers. They carry their children and savings, and then begin to flee with all the speed their two feet can muster. But i just stay still as if i was a statue just sitting on the black chair.
I hear the first cracks of thunder, just after the first spikes of lightning reach downward from the heavens, setting fires to the ground and disintegrating anything it touches with it's might electric touch. This is no normal lightning and no normal storm. This is the thunderstorm. A raging tyrant who's wrath is known through the entire world. Creatures, small and huge alike, fear the very scent of it. Just a month ago there was not a sight of mammoth to be found. For humans, we have no tracking system nor warning from our senses. When it comes, it is time to run.
And yet i find myself trapped. It's like a living nightmare. Everything around me disappears within seconds. If the lightning doesn't get them, the winds shred them to pieces. But i sit on the black chair, in the middle of the thunderstorm - and i have to watch in agony.
I want this nightmare to end...
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