Cyclone's POV
I skidded across the road to my house, while my lower body had the form of a tornado.
It allows me to travel much faster.
Wind howled in my ears as I sped to my house.
I knew I had to run away so that they could be spared from that madwoman whose name was Chaot.
It seemed like no one was home, so I barged in.
I frantically observed everything in my house... the walls, the ceiling, everything, out of fear.
At least Chaot wasn't waiting for me in this house...
I hope...
I immediately dashed to my room to get some clothes.
I'm definitely not letting Rocksworth see me shirtless... although it's now too late for that.
I barged into my closet and yanked my jersey shirt from it. It read:
Astralian
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Thunder
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I quickly put it on. It didn't help that it was quite cold outside.
Speaking of cold...
I suddenly got a bad feeling that something bad had happened before I barged in.
I slowly walked out of my room and into a corridor.
Then, I entered my sister's room.
I was frozen in fear.
The wind was howling all around me.
Why did this happen?
There was a pool of blood on the floor around my sister.
Hurricane.
My sister.
My only remaining family.
Dead.
I did not dare approach her dead body.
A torrent of tears went down my face.
Rage and depression mixed in me.
I screamed.
That Chaot...
Why?
A storm started around my house in my rage, complete with strong gusts of wind and lightning.
With a strong sense of resolve, I vowed that I shall give her justice for what she had done... not only to me, but to them.
I shall avenge not only Hurricane, but my long gone twin sister as well.
What was her name again...?
I created some electricity and wrote in the air:
Come back to me.
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Tale of Chaos 2: This War of Ours
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