She Who Screams the Sounds of an Uprising

Aurelia West
Writer, Slytherin

Arcadia ducked behind the nearest bush as quickly as she could. A streak of lightning flashed through the sky, so bright it nearly burned her retinas as she kept a keen eye on its path. She couldn't blame the sky gods for targeting her, but she did wish they would do so in a subtler manner. Jupiter had always been such a braggart, it was a wonder no one had put him in his place before.

Once she felt the coast was clear, Arcadia peeked around the bush and made a run for it. The next town was only a few miles away. She could make it before she was obliterated, or so she hoped. The lightning seemed to have ceased, but it was time for the onslaught of precipitation. They knew as well as she did, that running for one's life through curtains of water was a fairly difficult endeavor. Which way was the town again? There was hardly enough light for her to see ten feet in front of her, much less any outline of buildings amidst this watery landscape.

Cupping her hands securely around her mouth, she shouted an outburst of thunder, the sound waves and droplets beginning to argue in a midair dance of a battle. This internal fighting allowed Arcadia to make out a building in the distance, and she ran as fast as she could towards it. Winds whipped around her face as she kept dashing through the pelting rain yet she continued to push forward. She saw the tiny floating lights from the town and a smile broke across her face. The rain stopped. The sky seemed to glare down at her, but knew it couldn't do much more to stop her. She had attained the powers of thunder and intended to use them to bring about a revolution.