Sigils tumbled endlessly, crashing through a cascade of faded orbs until he finally landed in a heap, the orbs rolling away and settling around him. SSundee watched with concern.
"Sigils?" SSundee called, making sure his friend was alright. But Sigils, undeterred, began clawing his way up the hill of orbs.
"Sigils? Dude, what are you doing? Will you stop it, please?" SSundee's voice was edged with frustration.
Sigils ignored him, his focus unwavering as he continued his climb.
"Don't you get it, Sigils?! We're stuck down here! We're forgotten!" SSundee's shout echoed through the void.
This proclamation brought Sigils to a halt. He surveyed his surroundings, noticing how the orbs around him were fading into dust, vapors dissolving into the atmosphere.
Amidst the desolation, an orb in the distance caught his eye—Biffle's blue core orb. Sigils fell to his knees, overwhelmed by a wave of recognition. He picked up a nearby orb, one that depicted rain nurturing crops in African countries during times of need.
He remembered how the wind had once been a force for good, how it had saved those crops.
Another orb depicted wind blowing away dark clouds.
Yet another showed wind somehow extinguishing fires in the Australian forests.
"I just wanted everyone to appreciate the sunny weather. And now..."
Sigils cradled Biffle's recent blue orb, the one accidentally created. Hugging it close, he let the memories fall from his arms, his heart breaking as he cried for the first time—a long, deep, painful cry. It felt as though he had lost everything.
All around him, orbs continued to fade and disappear. A tear fell onto a faded orb, one depicting a snowstorm that had somehow ceased. Sigils wiped the tear away, and as he did, the memory began to rewind. Its color shifted from yellow to blue.
In the orb, he saw the devastating snowstorm Henwy had created, a disaster that had claimed millions of lives and caused immense suffering for their angelic advisor, Kate. Sigils rewound the memory further. He saw the worst snowstorm in Canadian history. He remembered Biffle's words about that orb.
It was the day Henwy accidentally created a snowstorm because he was too sick to know what he was doing. Everyone panicked. Henwy felt awful and wanted to quit.
In the orb, Biffle and Nico had consoled Henwy. Sigils fast-forwarded the orb and watched as Biffle and Nico celebrated Henwy's success in stopping the snowstorm. Suddenly, it all made sense to Sigils: Biffle had played a crucial role in stopping the storm.
"Biffle. The wind... the snowstorm Henwy accidentally caused was stopped... because of Biffle," Sigils concluded aloud.
He turned to SSundee, a renewed determination in his eyes.
"We have to get back up there," Sigils declared with conviction.
"Sigils, we're stuck down here. We might as well be on another planet," SSundee replied, exasperation creeping into his voice.
"Aren't you the Head of the Weather Factory? Why don't you call someone for help?" Sigils suggested.
A light bulb went off in SSundee's head. "Oh my goodness, you're right! But there's no signal in the weather dump."
Sigils sighed, contemplating their predicament. Then, with a sudden burst of inspiration, he shouted, "Hello?!"
His voice echoed through the cavernous space.
"Hellooooooo?!" he yelled again, louder this time.
"Sigils, what are you doing?" SSundee asked, bewildered.
"Calling for help! Maybe someone can hear us!" Sigils replied, determined.
"As if that's gonna work—" SSundee scoffed, but was interrupted by a faint voice from above.
"Hello? Anyone down there?"
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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...
