Heaven Rage (Drago)

The roar of the great lion could be heard clear from the creaking lighting that struck the sky. The dark gray clouds covered whatever sun or moonlight happen to be out. It was unclear to the woman that sat to watch the stream of water run pass her view. She stared out at what she’d believed to be the night sky with a depressing expression that hid any joy she felt from others. She’d been stuck in this town for days waiting for the fierce to let up so she could cross the hilly land just a mile pass this town.

Mud covered the village sidewalks and street in its watery brown dirty. She sat in the hotel by the widow seeing nothing, but rain and flashes of light. She had no more money for other night and no place to stay in this city. Her only hope was for the rain to stop some time soon, but she didn’t see that happening today. Jezebel stood up from the table her hair, that had been resting on her should, flowed back to coving the sides of her face.

She didn’t very much like the idea of leaving yet, but it was clear the rain wasn’t going to let up. Even though she moved quickly out of the hotel the owner was shocked to see her leave at all. He was sure she would pay for other night then to leave out in the raging storm. He glanced back at the chair she had sat in for the last few days wondering what she could have been thinking about. It was a question he wondered about since he saw her.

It didn’t take long for the giant rain dropping to soak all her clothes and hair. She almost couldn’t see a thing in the storm, but it was enough, though she wished for more. It quickly got hard to walk in her heavy soaked filled clothes, but she knew better then to rush. She paced herself well through the rain and soon reached the hilly land she needed to cross. It was hard to tell in they was grass under all the water that rushed down hill.

My life must be cursed this week. All I need now is to find a madman out here in this storm. Jezebel began her walk up the first hill of many. She could feel the rush of cold water pass her feet. Being in the cold was a part if her training she never mastered. Her body shivered a bit from the rush of water hitting her legs. The fierce gust of wind begun to blow along the hillside. Her clothes too heavy to move along with the wind much just lightly moved. She glanced up to see the eye of the storm just a few miles away. She could feel the rain lighting up a bit, but wind wasn’t getting in any time soon.