Storms of Fury

Storms of Fury::Chapter 2

Adira awoke, her head throbbing and her back sore. She rolled onto her back in the comfy bed and opened her eyes into just slits to get them used to the light. Her eyes snapped open as she realized something.

'This isn't my room.'

She shot up in bed and looked around in a panic. Instead of the gray stone walls of her home, she was in some sort of cabin made from logs piled onto one another. A dresser, seemingly made of the same wood as the walls, rested at the foot of the bed as the only other piece of furniture in the small room.

"Where am I...?" she whispered. She swung her legs over the bed and noticed she was still in her cloths from the other night. Then it all came rushing back to her.

The walk. The boy.

Had he taken her there? What did he want? ...and how did he do what he did? It was impossible for one person to possess multiple Clan talents. It simply couldn't happen. Ambrons controlled light rain and clouds, Luments controlled light and sunshine and the sea tides, Cyrztites controlled snow and all things winter, and Clashes controlled storms. Every Aurora was born with their Clan in their blood, and with that one Clans talent. So how was it possible, that one man could posses the talent of snow as well as the talent of lightning? Two powers from two completely separate Clans? It was impossible...

Just then she heard the door creak open. She jumped out of the bed, ready to fight, only to see an old man approaching. His thinning gray hair sat far back on his head and his tanned, almost leather looking skin was sagging off of his cheekbones. His green eyes held wisdom and caring, like he had seen many battles, many deaths, but also much life, and much love. Adira relaxed her stance, but it was not the warm glance the old man gave her that assured her, but the fact that he walked with a limp. If necessary, she could go for the injured leg, and he would be down for the count in a matter of seconds. Hardly a threat.

"Where am I?" She asked.

The old man didn't answer, just hobbled over to the bed and slowly and carefully sat down. He looked up at her with his knowing eyes, and she squirmed under his glance.

"Answer me, old man. Where am I? Who are you?"

The man took a deep breath before responding. "My name," he said in a raspy voice. "Is Martin. And as to where you are, you are in our camp of Luments. We found you unconscious in the woods and brought you here to heal up."

"Who was that man?" She asked. "The one who could control multiple talents?"

A look that Adira could not identify flashed across the old man's face before he began to laugh. It was deep and throaty but only lasted for a moment. When he stopped chuckling he said, "Multiple talents? You must be mistaken, that is impossible."

"I know what I saw. Now where is he old man?"

"There was no man when we found you."

"You must have seen him sometime, maybe just passing through here?" She insisted.

"Well what did he look like?"

"He was maybe a hand taller than me with spiky dark blond hair. He looked to be a little older than me, maybe eighteen, twenty."

The man touched his chin and looked down in thought. "Sorry miss but there's no one here by that description. And I haven't seen any passer-by's in quite a while. Everyone tends to stay in their own territories these days."

"Speaking of territories, what were you doing in Clash territory when you found me?" She asked, getting suspicious.

"Clash territory? No you were in our neck of the woods when we found you."