To Revive a Wilting Lotus

Thunder Storm

//Nezha's Pov//

It was chaos..

People screaming almost as loud as the wind rustling from the sky to the trees. Darkness fogged my vision, only the sudden strike of light hit down from the clouds. The coldest of rain and ice, enough to leave goosebumps all on my skin. My ears are flooding with different waves of noises, the furious dragon above demanding me dead, the raging thundering echoing out through the land, the townsfolk in suffering as this disastrous chaos destroyed their homes, families and their wellbeing.

I turned to my family who were in despair, as my father couldn't kill me, and we were now gonna die for my actions. The actions that were not sins, actions that should've helped my people. Mother.. my poor, poor mother, she hugged onto my brothers to keep them safe from the Dragon's rage. My poor, poor brothers had to be so helpless, they never were playing this game that me and the Dragon King started, and either my father, who tried to kill me, I feel betrayed but it is my fault, they didn't need to play this game but were dragged into it. And for that, I regret the most.

That was years ago but those memories still echo through my head.. through my body. I'm free now, and I'm in a better place but it doesn't erase what happened to me.

And I hate it..

These memories haunt me, I coward in my room, hiding in the petals of my lotus bed. Hugging my knees to my chest as I feel my lungs feel pressure against them, hyperventilating getting worse and worse as I try to close my eyes tightly to block things out but instead I'm brought back to my past, that night, that storm, my death. I start to feel warm tears scrolling down my cheeks as lotuses sprout from my pores and my divine skin.

I'm just a mess..I'm such a baby. That's what I hate the most, how weak I am to let these horrid remembrances make me so pathetic. I'm a noble, heaven warrior and here I am hiding like a pathetic good-for-nothing instead of being a man. I curse myself for flinching at the striking sound of thunder and flashes of lightning that fills my dark room, flashing brighter than my night-light fireflies.

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It was a stormy night, the sound of thunder by Lei Gong's drum was roaring loudly and the flashing lights of his wife. Taiyi came home to heaven pretty late and witnessed the cloudy mess of light and sound as he stepped out his cloud. He sauntered down the halls of heaven, everything was quiet, only the thunder made noise switch made it ring down even more.

Taiyi sighed with a bit of annoyance, he wondered what could've possibly angered him this time? How incredibly rude it was for him to make a fuss this late and most likely disturbing others needed sleep. That's when it hit Taiyi..

"Oh dear.." he mumbled out loud, then quickly however quietly trotted over to Nezha's bedroom door. He stopped once he was a few feet from Nezha's door when he felt a negative aura coming from it. It was rapid but unsteady, it felt like a tornado of overwhelming emotion as he went closer.

Despite this, Taiyi kept walking to the door. He needed to see if Nezha was okay, especially with this unusual aura spewing from his young disciple's room. He opens the door and aura hits strongly against Taiyi's soft-hearted soul. The room was dark but instead of the soothing Diode Blue glow that was known to comfort, it was a dreadful Sangria. The wise immortal looked over to Nezha's Lotus Bed, it was closed..tightly as the silhouette of the lotus prince shone through the petals, he was hugging his knees and had his head down.

Oh no, you poor thing... Taiyi thought as he had a clear understanding of what was going on. Taiyi stepped closer to the isolation lotus, placing his hand on one of the soft petals.