Takanuva’s Blog
October 16th
Written by Greg Farshtey
1The storm had begun.
2It started out small, just in the center of the swamp, but grew bigger rapidly. It was terrible and beautiful at the same time, light and power released in a fury that nothing could compare to. Even I, releasing all my power in one mighty blast, could never have equalled what was going on below.
3As I flew by, I saw Makuta Mutran tentatively hovering near the edges of the storm. It seemed as if he was trying to study it… the last foolish act of a wasted life. A bolt of lightning incinerated him as I watched. I didn’t have it in me to feel any regret… perhaps in some ways, what I have been through has changed me for good.