The Fulgarian Beckons You

"Hey! Al! What are you doing standing there let's go- AAUAUAAA!"

It was wind. Then a dust devil, a tornado. Before me, was a huge gathering of winds. The sounds of the wails of the bystanders and howls of the winds violated my ears as my hair was forced to dance by the mad tempest before me. Watching my best friend Plei be picked up by the swirling madness and torn apart by her glory before I was enough to put a stop to my movement. The smell of dust and debris blew through the air as stones were flung into my eyes. I blinked.

The terror before us started to slowly approach. Its howls growing stronger. The fear of the slow approaching storm was enough to freeze my legs. The shelter the government has set up was swallowed mercilessly by the insatiable appetite of the tempest. There was no way to call for help. Help was already consumed gluttonously by the demon. Helplessness, despair swept over me as I knew my death approached me at high speeds.

My arm wasn't responding. No, responding wasn't the right word. Torn at the shoulder, a piece of debris had sent my arm to the storm. White-hot pain took hold of my mind as the tempest tugged at my leg. My vision shook. My core shook. The embrace of the Fulgarian calls me. And pretty soon, I became one with the storm.