yes I'm a sinner, yes I'm a saint
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She awakens to a loud crash and the ground shaking. Injuries and all, Regina is on her feet with her pack on and cutlass drawn in about seven seconds.
The sky flashes bright white outside, and a second crash follows it just two seconds later. Regina peeks out of the mouth of the horn and into the pouring rain. The fog has been washed away by the deluge, but the rain is coming down so fast that visibility still isn’t great. She can see the treeline, though. It’s the first time she’s seen it in the daylight, lush, green, and alive. The trees sway all in rhythm, the vines floating on the wind with such precision, raindrops bouncing off the too-rigid leaves that barely move when they’re struck.
What is it that you're supposed to do in a lightning storm? Are you meant to hide in the trees or flee from them? Are they a benevolent protector under which to find solace, or are they a divining rod, directing the lighting straight to its helpless target?
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lights from the jungle to the sky, Chapter 4 of my Cadina Hunger Games AU, is up on Ao3 now!
New chapter every Friday.
