Oncoming Storm
Here's a story I wrote for school that no one liked so yeah enjoy
Length: 400 words
Trigger warnings: uh it's kind of a fight (no mentions of blood etc though)
Curled burnt amber hair flowed through the air,
Her eyes dim, a dark violet.
The oncoming storm,
The sky purple, almost black.
She reached for her quiver, eyes narrowing in the wind. Through the growing darkness, the hooded figure approached.
‘What business have you?’ Purple Thunder shouted through the pattering of rain, squinting at the stranger. Lifting the hood, the figure spoke calmly.
‘You know why I’m here, Thunder,’ the speaker’s icy gaze stared through the strengthening rain, into Thunder’s darkened eyes, her pupils constricting.
‘You’ll never take her, Sozuri!’ Thunder’s voice boomed, rumbling with the storm, as the arrow was set free. The familiar sound of metal meeting flesh greeted her ears, her shot true. The absence of an anguished scream met the goddess, the blue eyes unmoving in front of her. Glowing magics spiraled down, illuminating the arrow in Sozuri’s thigh, muscle knitted together with aqua strings.
‘Thunder, my dear, you know I’ll get her,’ Sozuri drawled, ‘after I destroy you, I’ll destroy her too!’ Thunder’s sharp elven ears barely heard the drawl through the rain. The swirling winds blew the leaves of the grove around them faster as Thunder’s grip on her bow tightened.
Drawing her sword, Sozuri slowly rose into the air, swirling magic moving towards Thunder.
‘You’ve finally gained the ability to hover, how cute,’ Thunder smirked. ‘I thought after taking half my sister’s powers you’d be able to use them!’
Sozuri landed, sword poised to strike. Thunder’s own sword was produced from her belt, lavender gems glowing. Glowing sword met plain iron as the fight wore on, Sozuri’s arrow wounds hardly healing. Their skills with the swords were matched, the rain continuing, the sky changing to pitch black.
‘Sis?’ The aqua-eyed goddess of lightning appeared through the trees, eyes widening at the sight before her.
‘Aqua, do you remember the spell?’ Thunder frantically shouted through the battle. She kicked Sozuri down, encasing her with glowing purple ropes. As Sozuri struggled, utilising the stolen aqua magic, Aqua sent out her own thread of magic, which snaked over to the thrashing Sozuri, coaxing the magic to return to its owner.
Slowly, the aqua tendrils left Sozuri, whose eyes dimmed as the rain let up, and the purple clouds cleared.
Sozuri, left in the grove, couldn’t move a muscle to help herself.
The storm, passed.
The enemy, beaten.