"Biffle's Island is gone! Henwy's in danger now!" Loaf exclaimed, watching in horror as the island fell into the abyss known as the Weather Dump.
"All the orbs are gone. Sigils has the main orb and he's been missing for days. There's nothing more we can do. We just have to let it snow," Kate said, her voice tinged with defeat.
"But if Henwy's island collapses, he'll suffer from severe headaches and migraines. For him to make it snow, he has to get sick or injured!" Nico argued, his desperation clear.
"Nico, it's the only way," Loaf said, siding with Kate. "If we don't let it snow, we'll face worse hurricanes, tornadoes, and even stinknados. It could be the worst disaster in twenty years."
"Sigils, if we hurry, we can still save the weather," Biffle said with a glimmer of hope.
Sigils glanced at the last remaining island, soon to be lost if they didn't act quickly.
"Henwy's Island. Let's go!" Sigils commanded, and the trio sprinted towards Frosted Flame Island, knowing they had no time to lose.
Meanwhile, a news reporter criticized the endless snowy weather, lamenting the lack of sunny, rainy, or windy days. The negative remarks caused Frosted Flame Island to tremble violently.
"Agh! The headaches are starting!" Henwy cried out in pain.
"Just hang on, dude!" Nico reassured him.
"Wait a minute, does the island collapse because of the insults?" Kate asked, a sudden realization dawning on her.
"What do you mean?" Henwy prompted, wincing through the pain.
"I've noticed that whenever the news reporter criticizes specific weather, the island starts to collapse. They haven't criticized sunny, windy, or rainy weather. It's strange..." Kate theorized.
"Could that be why everyone hates snow, forcing Henwy to get injured or sick for it to snow?" Nico pondered.
The situation at the Weather Factory was dire. Biffle hesitated, sensing the danger. "Sigils! It's too dangerous. We won't make it in time," he said, doubting their chances of reaching headquarters.
"But it's our only way back," Sigils insisted.
Suddenly, a rumbling caused an end cap of a nearby shelf to break, exposing an open tube. A orb got sucked up and shot towards Headquarters.
"A tube!" Sigils exclaimed.
"We can get back to headquarters!" Biffle said, newfound confidence in his voice as they dashed towards the tube.
Frosted Flame Island rumbled ominously. A large chunk of cliff edge broke off behind them, propelling Sigils and Biffle forward.
"Go! Run! RUN!" Sigils shouted.
Sigils stepped into the disconnected tube, ready to be whisked up to Headquarters. Biffle tried to climb in, but there wasn't enough room. He jostled, pressing against the orb.
Sigils watched Frosted Flame Island crumble. He looked down at Biffle, still trying to squeeze in. In a moment of painful decision, Sigils acted.
"Biffle, I'm sorry. Mother Nature needs me," Sigils said, pushing Biffle away towards SSundee.
He pulled the tube closed and started up alone. Biffle and SSundee watched, feeling betrayed and despondent. Sigils, guilt-ridden, focused on reaching Headquarters. Suddenly, the cliffside rumbled again. The tube broke, and Sigils plummeted.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Sigils!" SSundee shouted, running forward in an attempt to help. But the ground crumbled away beneath him too. Both Sigils and SSundee tumbled into the abyss, disappearing into the forbidden Weather Dump.
"SIGILS!" Biffle screamed, watching helplessly as his friends vanished into the void.
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Tempest Tangle
General Fiction(Cover by me!) The Regulars. They were in charge of controlling the weather and are also blessed with elemental bending abilities. They have their own islands as well, just in case they weren't well so that the islands can control the weather for th...
