[Aureus Moonrise]: 708.August- Five Words

What could cause the weather to turn from a shining white to twisting grey? That is what I saw, sitting on my rock, looking out over the sea. The wind picked up and flirted with my dress and pulled at my long locks of hair. I blushed. Feeling such power around me, throughout me, made me feel well protected and happy. Lightnings flashed all over as if they were going to light the way down from the sky for the oncoming rain. My skin prickled with excitement. Warm droplets rained down, soaking me and everything else. It felt so invigorating to be part of such a storm. No scroll in all the world had ever recorded such power, such might, and such passion in a storm. Nothing could have caused such a turn of events except fate. And it was the same fate that I be part of its majesty. I was special. Just as the storm, I was special.