The World Breaker

Chapter 1: Nomad

"I think I shall call her Belle."

My mother looked at me and smiled. "What makes you think it is a she?"

I looked at my mother taking in all her beautiful features. "Because she told me that was her name..."

I jolted awake while instantaneously pressing my index finger and my thumb on either side of my face to massage my temples. The headache I was experiencing was fierce and relentless. My seat started to shake and the lights above me were flickering slightly.

'Well, that's not good.'

I turned my head to focus on my surroundings but came face to face with my reflection in the round window. I stared beyond my plain Jane of a face to examine the sky. The clouds were gray and angry-looking; it could've been the nighttime's normal scowl, but the lightning that hissed through the air seconds later confirmed that it was not. My thoughts were interrupted by the popping sounds of the plane's speaker buzzing to life.

"We're going to be landing in New York shortly. There will be mild turbulence ahead; due to the storm, so please ladies and gentlemen buckle your seat belts." The pilot's deep rustic voice was clipped off with a popping sound from the speaker, indicating that he was indeed done with his speech.

'I don't even know why Russell bothers when the only people on the plane were Ms. Seville and myself.'

I continued to stare at the sky ignoring my already buckled seat belt.

'Lightning marred the atmosphere like veins of blue blood that were furiously trying to fuel life into the dead sky.

The neon veins burning with life warred with the morbid night...

Losing.

The sky took all the life the lightning held and drained it like a spider to its prey.

Even when the sky had its fill of the lightning's veins; like a disgusting beast, it roared its victory.

Belching as if its hunger were quenched.

The life continued to wither from this sky.

It seemed the beast could not be sated, and the lightning was just devoured.'

"You look as if you're writing poetry in your head again. What line can you inspire me with now?" Ms. Seville had a small smile on her already tiny lips, I glanced up at her curly brunette hair in her signature messy top knot. Then to her squared glasses that sat slightly lower than normal on her perfectly sculpted olive-toned nose. Her look of sophisticated curiosity never wavered from my face.

"The sky is a lifeless monster who steals the life of the storm." I turned back to my window, ignoring Seville's raised eyebrows.

"Oh, and what makes you say so?" Seville's mocking tone did not go unnoticed. I knew if I turned to meet her blue eyes they would hold criticism as she tried to debate my statement. Unfortunately for her; I wasn't in the mood, I just wanted to recall my dream.

"Hello, is Ambrosia there? Knock-knock." I sighed before turning toward Ms. Seville.

"Why am I changing houses again? Was I not good enough for them?" I recalled my previous home with my previous mother and father who lived in South Africa as doctors. Their names were Mr. James and Mrs. Cleone Horingold, and they were such a lovely pair of intellectuals. We had so much fun together.

I had been fostered with them for 7 years of my life, ever since I was ten years old. They raised me after my foster parents from Alexandria, Moscow, Singapore, and the U.K where I was born had given me up. Today I am adventuring to a whole new part of the world, yet again being passed around like a rare and strategic doll.