Short Story 3- Storm Quenching

Conditions
Dragonair
Quenching a storm

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The rain was only getting worse. It had already flooded the nearby village in its eternal rage, and theirs looked like it was next. Nearly the entire village was praying to their god, begging for salvation. The only one who wasn't was the stranger. There was something about her the villagers didn't trust. Whether it was the strange necklace she insisted on wearing, or the strange wand with two sapphire orbs, or the winged headband, nobody knew. In any case, she had come, desperate for shelter from the downpour, and the villagers had granted her this. She looked now out of the window and at the obsidian clouds, at the diamond splinters it cast. She could stop this. Her voice had caused it, and so her voice would end it. Surely it would work. She stood up, ignoring the weakness in her limbs, and staggered to the door. This could well be her last song; she was determined to make it her best.

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Using a discarded branch as a makeshift staff, she staggered up the trail to the "sefa" as the locals called it, a viewpoint over the plains below. She slipped more than once and by the time she'd gotten up, she was filthy, although the storm was already working on that by pelting her skin with raindrops as hard as granite. She grit her teeth gently, looked to the sky and hummed a quiet tune. Thunder crackled through the sky, heralded only by the blinding flash of lightning, but she flatly refused to be put off her tune. Voice quiet, she gave words to the tune, clutching the wand gently.

"O storm, your power is vast indeed... it'd take a blind man to not see... your anger is so hazardous... I'm not sure what becomes of us..." Lightning tore through the sky again, as if annoyed by these words. Another prayer wouldn't stop its effect. But this wasn't an ordinary prayer. "I beg to you, as Dragonair... clear the skies, give weather fair... and come back only when I say... or when I'm old and pass away..." she fell to her knees, this small effort proving too much in such hazardous conditions. However, this small effort had proven to be enough, as the wand's two orbs started to glow a brilliant sapphire. They shot a thin beam straight up, which pierced the clouds and widened slightly. An energy of sorts rippled through the clouds dissipating them. The last of the rain became a fine drizzle as the girl finally fainted, her role complete. She'd revealed her magic. Dire consequences were going to follow one way or the other.