Dark gray clouds roll in over the empty field, looking mean, sad. Thunder crackles in the distance, and lightning lights up the black sky. The wind moves the few trees around like paper; leaves fly off, leaving the trees skeletons in the night.
The houses there are shown no mercy--shingles fly off, windows shatter open, and glass is littered all around, the wind picking it up and throwing it elsewhere. The glass pierces the houses; it pierces the hearts of the ones who made this plain their home.
The few that live on that plain are terrified. Why is this happening? What did they do to upset the Bringer of the Storms? Those are the only questions running through their minds as they scream and hide. One by one, their lives are taken; the trees fall to the ground, fall on houses, and fall on the living.
As the storm calms down to just a light rain, no one is left. There was no mercy shown, not even to the little ones. Houses are now broken down to nothing. The trees are limp and unmoving, just like the people there.
Oh, Bringer of the Storms, why?
[Traded for a Pirate Ogrin on July 6, 2010, 6:28 pm NST. Finally zapped Alien December 15, 2010. :3]