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Rain streaks across the sky, the scream of wind cutting into skin. Waves rage and lap at stone, the caves echoing the cry of the ocean. The world is black and grey as flashes of flames lick at fallen flesh. Bodies are burnt to nothing but ash... "A hurricane is powerful, Ahma, like nothing you will ever understand. They rage in us as we resemble them." My mother always said I reminded her of a hurricane. I'm unsure if that was a compliment or a fear, but I guess she was right... "The only thing that can stop a hurricane is another hurricane, spinning in the opposite direction." She always looked sad as she looked out at the raging waves, her fingers dancing over the golden pendant around her neck. The wind and rain would rattle the windows and she would smile. She wasn't enough of a hurricane to tame my father. I remember that much of him. His violent temper and raging steel eyes, always looking for the next opportunity to rip the world apart with his bare hands. But she was the sun that rose in the west after it was all over. The humanity of the people putting the town back together, brick by brick. I'm not sure what I am... but I'm a lot scarier than a hurricane

Fics like Honeysuckle and Sunburns

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