The Storm Will Find Me

[Atlanta Cyrus]

''Since when do people around here use bows?'' a young woman asked as she looked at the large shipment of weapons her father had just got in.

''I thought new things would bring in customers,'' a dark haired man said as he started to unpack the boxes. ''Many of them would be interested in archery if anything,''

''Uncle, these are war arrows if I've ever seen them,'' the female said as she picked up the quiver of steel head arrows and withdrew one from the group.

She held it up, allowing the light to catch the arrow head and studied the feathers at the end. She placed it back into the quiver before setting her sites on the bow that lay a few feet away. Atlanta scooped the contraption up and looked to her uncle when she heard him take a breathe before speaking.

''I doubt any of them would know the difference,''he said as a humorous smirk spread across his lips.

''You're awful,''was all she mumbled before looking out of the door and reaching for an arrow.

Just as Atlanta brought the arrow head up to rest on the arrow rest, her uncle cleared his throat.

“That bow has too much weight on it,''he said as he walked over and made a few adjustments.

''What does that mean?'' she questioned before taking back the weapon once more.

''It's the force it takes to pull back the string. Luckily, on these new bows, you can set the weight. I figured that forty pounds was a little more than you could handle,'' he chuckled before walking to the back of the store.

His niece watched him leave before she turned her light brown and cobalt eyes to the tree once more. She let the arrow head sit on the arrow rest once more before pulling back the string. The sudden silver glow of the arrow head went unnoticed by her as she released the string and watched the arrow whiz through the air and hit the base of the tree. Atlanta's eyebrows furrowed when she saw small animals shoot from the tree and scurry away from her.

''Weird....''she mumbled before placing the bow on the counter.

Atlanta rolled up the sleeves of the open black button up shirt that sat on top of her white tank top so the sleeves were up to her elbows. The girl wiped off her faded jeans before aiding her uncle in unpacking the new shipment. She reached up and swiped a strand of her dark brown hair out of her eyes before continuing on with her work.

The extraction of a large quiver of arrows was followed by a pause. The bright shine of the arrow at the base of the tree caught her interest. She slowly stoop and brushed the dust off of her pants as she approached the arrow. She gripped the part of the arrow closest to the target and pulled it out to see the arrow head shining a bright silver color. Atlanta ran her fingertips over the precious metal, a confused stare never leaving her face.

A gasp escaped Atlanta's lips when she heard an eerie sound fill the area. She lowered the arrow to her side and looked around in alarm. Off in the distance, a small dark cloud hovered above the ground before disappearing all together. Atlanta shook her head and took a step back.

''I'm losing it...''she mumbled before retiring back into the weapons shop.

[Zalian Arcai]

Rain, rain, go away...

Crack! It seemed like someone had tore the sky in half, a lightning bolt ripping the formless gray clouds. It flashed into the piercing green eyes of Zalian who was running ever so fast. To get away from the storm that was heading for Illigard. If he slowed down, his pace deadened, the storm with its erasable lighting and forceful thunder, would eventually catch up with him. The path in front of him seemed shapeless, distorted to the extreme. But he could not look away. For he knew not where he was going.

A thread of wet hair fell into his eyes, blinding him for a couple of moments. As if the rain was not already. The thunder cracked like a whip. As if the devil was standing on a cloud with a fleet of demonic horses on its way to get Zalian. Panting ever so more, he kept running, quicker than the wind itself.

The gray monsoon clouds loomed over even more, leaving a shaded appearance of the hills that rolled endlessly onward. The terrible rain fell in dangerous drops, on Zalian. All over, he was soaked to the bone. If he were not running, he would be shivering his skin off.

No sign of sun, no sign of light. Anywhere. If only he would not have got into the fight with his father, he would not be running away from him. And storm that seemed to crash on Illigard like a wave of doom.

A large green hill, now having a gray appearance, came into Zalian's view, reminding him of where he exactly was. Almost into the Main Town. He pumped his legs harder, as his heart steadily pumped louder. He could hear it in his ears, feel it working by the sweat coming out, mixed with the dirty rain water.

A piercing noise above the thunder and rain, rang throughout the whole island. It was the warning siren, telling all citizens to get inside. Or die. But Zalian would risk it. He was almost there, almost to a hotel maybe.

As he crossed the hill covered with trees and shrieking black birds, the first building came into view. A small building at that fact. But it was shelter, none the less. Zalian dared to look up as he slowed down, strolling down the endless hill. More clouds, gloomier and outrageously bigger, were coming in from the main land.

All of the sudden, a murderous lightning bolt from God himself, was thrown down in front of Zalian, not even two feet away. The light was blinding, making Zalian fall down. He was ready for the pain, ready for Death to creep upon his body and take him over. But he did not feel one thing. No electricity, no pain, no creeping. A shocked look fell over his face, his eyes darting around to make sure he was not being pranked.

He could not just keep standing here in the rain, confused. He had to keep going toward the building, had to keep pumping. Keep the blood flowing along with the adrenaline.

He finally neared the building. The wind swept around him, swaying the dead trees back in forth. Back in forth. It was kind of mesmerizing. Like they were weaving a tale. Or telling him to turn around because destiny was going to slap him right in the face.

He walked on the gray sidewalk, finally finding a path that led somewhere. The lights where on the building and Zalian searched with his eyes for a sign of some sort. As he got closer to the door, he saw a sign that said BULLETS 'N HOLES WEAPONRY.

Getting excited for some odd reason, he reached for the doorknob and slung it open. He heard a little yelp, and then light blinded him from inside. He walked in and looked around. A talk husky man stood behind a shiny metal counter, cleaning a rifle of with a smooth cloth. Sitting on a small wooden stool was a beautiful girl with long flowing brunette air and strangely colored eyes.

The man was staring him down. Zalian was scared he might shoot him. He broke the silence. "Its a killer out there, isn't it?"

...Why do you always have to stay?

[Atlanta Cyrus]

Atlanta almost dropped the bow she had in her hands as the nervous male exploded into the room. She situated herself on the stool once more and continued to string the bow.

''Not 'nless you know something we don't,''the man said as he sat the clothe down and turned to set the riffle on a display shelf.

''Don't worry,'' he chuckled as he took note of the look on the boy's face. ''If I wanted to kill you, I would be a little more creative than to shoot you in a weapon store,''

Atlanta turned her back to all of them to hide a wild smirk that spread across her lips. 'Uncle, you're an ass,' she thought.

''Any reason you're running like a bat out of hell?'' the man asked as he walked around the counter and took the bow from Atlanta.

He pulled back the string and acted like he was aiming at an invisible target.

''There's too much wait on it. People wont be interested if they try it once and can't work it,'' he said before handing it back to her.

Atlanta nodded, knowing very well that her uncle was right and continued to work on the bow. Ever once in a while, her eyes would drift to the boy that now stood in the middle of the store.

''So.....'' the man said as he went back behind the counter. ''Can I help you or are you just looking around?'' he questioned as he crossed his arms.

Just as he spoke, Atlanta finished with the last bow and stood. She sat it on the counter and glanced a curious look at the boy before sitting in the rolling office chair and spinning out of boredom.

ooc// Well, that post sucks.