Thunderstorm of nightmares

The troubles within their destiny

Lightnings flashed trough the dusty air, close followed by thunders that nearly crashed the windows.

There was no rain pouring from the cloudy sky, there was a strange, yellow and grey light everywhere, that was interrupted by the blue lightnings.

She has been always afraid of what came next to the lightning, these shattering sounds,
When she was a little girl, she always hid herself in the corner of her room with her blanket around her.

She had cried quietly and pressed her little hands over her face and flinched whenever a thunder crashed.

There was no on to protect her from her fears. There was only the darkness around her.

And so, whenever a thunderstorm came to her hometown, she sobbed herself to sleep.

She did not even had a teddy bear or another stuffed animal to pressed against herself.
So she found her only hold in the blankets and pillows wrapped around her.

After the terrible fear had been displaced out of her thoughts, she fell into a world of dark dreams.

This dreams were just as terrified like the thunders, they were full of death.

She felt alone and hopeless in her world of dreams, she felt like everyone she loved was gone, she felt like she was close to her own death. An atrocious end full of tragedy.

She felt a heavy burden on her small body but an even heavier burden on her fragile soul.

It was the feeling of guilt, it was the feeling of loss.
So she cried even more when those dreams came over her little heart.

By then one of her cousins had used to place her in her bed, but they never stayed with her.

There was no one to hold her, no one to comfort her, no one to stroke her hair lighty, no one, no one.

They did not care that she was afraid. They did not care when she was suffering.

She was their doll, their puppet.

A tool.

Every time when she woke up after such a night, with the light of a rising sun, she felt sedated, like the shock would never leave her children mind, like she would suffer because of her dreams forever.
When she turned fifteen, she finally managed to cry when they came.
She was afraid of thunders at all, but because she knew that no one would ever come and soothe her, she managed to build a wall around her soul.
She begun to wonder what the dreams want to tell her.
She begun to wonder if that was her fate.
She reminded what happen in her dreams and then the tears started finally to run down her cheeks.
This war.
War.
Hate.
Death. 
Her wispy heart was shattered again.
There were to much troubles in her destiny, there was too much...too much for her to keep her real smile.
Her cold-hearted family did not make anything better.
Now that she was grown up to a beautiful, young woman, she was more the doll than the tool.
They showed her around like she was a decoration or a pretty cup they won in one of the wars which were already over. 
They has stopped to take her to the temple against her own will.
But she still beard the burden of her family's crystal.
She still was the heir.
And she still heard the whispers.

Now she is finally a traitor for her family.
She separated from them not long ago. She did not want to remember how this ended.
She did not want to think of what will happen now, when they are so angry with her.
But she could not stay with them anymore.
The feeling of incompleteness, that one thing she could never explained to herself, had turned to strong.
It had cut her heart out of her body, it had started to kill her.
It had weakened her light.
There is a thunderstorm over this city.
It is not her hometown. She left her country.
Sometimes she feels sorry because of her people.
They counted on her and she disappointed them like always.
But it would have killed her to stay with her family. She had to run away to save her life.
And she will never come back.
Because now they are furious with her. She knew it because of the scars on her milky skin.
The letters, scratched in her flesh to stay there forever, remind her again and again.
He was shocked when he first saw all the signs of theri anger and frustration, of hatred and forced on her.
He just did not believe how they could had done this to her and she did not try to explain.
There was nothing to explain. It was like that. So simple.

The sound of thunder let her flinch again.
The sky outside was full of clouds, gray light shine through them into the room.
The lightning flashes in a blue light. All of these things scares her.
But now she is not alone.
He is by her side, holding her close so she can forget the fears she has.
She knows that he will hold her until the storm outside is over.
She can count on him and she could not count on anyone like on him.
The wall has fallen for him, but she is certain that he will never hurt her in any ways.
She trusts him with her life like he does.
And now she can sleep without having these nightmares.
Most of them are gone when he is with her.
Most of them are forgotten when he comforts her.
Most of them.
But there is one nightmare left.
One vision. And she is sure that the goddess gave her this vision to threat her.
It symbolizes her greatest fear.
The fear of losing him.