Storms of War

vanilla #12 - a storm

            Lady Luna looked out the window of her great palace; a storm is brewing. The clouds are dark and omninous and she can hear the crack of thunder and see flashes of lightning in the distance. It is going to be a big storm and one that will echo throughout time. It is the storm of war racing toward her palace, toward her people, toward her world. Turning her back on the window she walked out of the room and down to the library where the last prophet is translating thousands of pages of truth. Page upon page of things no one but him can read. Pages and words where within could be the preventing measure to keep this storm from rolling in.

            "How is it going?" she asked and Julian, no more than thirteen years old, looks up from his work. His eyes were bloodshot and there were dark circles under his eyes; he looked like he has not slept for days.

            "It's a long process, Luna," he replied, "There is a lot to go through and you keep coming down and telling me to go faster."

            "We don't have time to find out the weather for tomorrow we need to translate the important prophecies," she said and Julian merely shook his head.

            "I need time," and with those words Luna turned and to leave, "Luna," he said from behind her. She turned and looked at him, "You can't be in denial anymore about this. The storm of war is coming and even you know you can't control the weather." Luna did not respond she merely glanced at the last prophet and watches him carefully.

            "Please work faster," was all she said before leaving. Closing the door behind her she sees the storm again. It is closer now and the clouds even darker. There is a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder and Lady Luna Sharnd merely walks away.