Fable One Shots.

Thunderclap.

Samarkand palace, Winter of 1924.

  The country of Samarkand is currently in the early throes of winter. Rather than the snow and blizzards of Albion, the winter here is very different.
Lighting storms and heavy rainfall plague the land during these months. It's not uncommon for the duration of night and day to be cloudy and storming. Or at least misting.

  It's in the middle of the night when a thunderclap that shook the windows startles Prince Dorian awake. He gets out of bed and runs down the hall into his mother's bedroom. "Mummy! Mummy!" The four-year-old pants in front of his mother who is reading by a fire cage in the far corner. Vyra looks up and sets down her book.

"What's the matter? Thunder again?" She tilts her head. Her white hair reflecting the firelight. Dorian nods and walks over to her. He straightens his silken pajamas and sits on his mother's lap. She pulls him close to her and nuzzles his head. His black hairs feeling smooth and soft against her face. "You know Dorian there's nothing to be afraid of. The storm will not harm you while in here." She pats her son on the head. He looks from the fire to her. "I know that. It's just the noise. It hurts my ears."
Lighting flashes outside and thunder soon follows. Dorian winces and holds his hands to his ears. Once the sound has settled Vyra gently removes his hands from where they are.

"It'll be easier to handle when you're older. Trust me. I was the exact same way with sound. It's apart of our bloodline."
That piques the small boy's interest. "Which?" While Vyra would be busy ruling Garth or occasionally Gabriel would come by and teach Dorian about his heritage.
"Well, I believe the Skill part. Yours may be stronger."
"Because of daddy?"
Vyra looks at her son sadly and then smiles. "Yes, because of daddy." She wishes Vincent was still alive so he could explain better.

  Another thunderclap occurs. This time with a rather massive bolt of lighting. The impact shakes the palace. Dorian screams and holds onto his mother. Vyra will admit that time it did scare her. She believes that bolt must have hit the courtyard or the garden of plenty. She hopes no one is injured and focuses back on her son who is shaking.

"Can you make it stop mummy?"
"I don't think I can bet let's pray to Avo. Maybe he'll help."
Dorian sits back up facing her.
She holds his hand and says a prayer out loud. "Dear Avo, hear our plea. Ease this storm or ease my son. Give them both peace of mind. Calm them as best as you can Lord. That's all we call upon. Amen."

"Want to sleep in my room tonight Dorian?"
"Yes." He's already getting off her lap and heading to the bed.
"Alright let me get comfortable." She went behind a changing blind. When she steps out she's now in a nightgown. She lays beside her son, who's already asleep.
"Goodnight Dorian."