Thunderstorm Story #11 · 10:52am May 10th
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The thunderstorm season of 2025 has begun. Last week on Saturday, on May 3rd, the first thunderstorms of 2025 happened. It even were two in a row, with only 13 minutes between them. The first one lasted for 25 minutes, the second one for 48 minutes. There was heavy rainfall too and the thunder was so strong, it vibrated the walls of the bus shelter! :D It was epic and the thunderstorm season has only just started! This was a worthy beginning of this year's season.
I sat down and wrote for 1 Hour and 13 Minutes, the first part of Thunderstorm Story for 2025:
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I did not await its completion. Struck by fear in my heart, but with the will to survive, I clambered up the ladder into the attic backwards, not taking my eyes off the demon. I fled through the open hatch into pure darkness and pulled up the ladder, then closed the hatch and hastily covered it with heavy crates that I pulled from all corners of the attic. My only hope was that the body of the demon's host was still too weak for it to force its way into the attic and that the transformation would take as long as I needed to flee the house and find a place of safety.
I ran to the window at the far end of the dusty room and threw it open with a might that I nearly shattered the glass. The storm was my only chance, for its rain and the chaos its winds brought might suffice to cover my tracks on the wet, slippery roofs. But could I be sure? Would the storm, that the beast seemed to have brought over my city and that it might be in control of, keep me safe and away from its clutches? Or was it a trap I stumbled into, perhaps exactly what it wanted? I could not tell. But staying there would have been waiting for the reaper. And so, I did not give this another thought, I climbed out of the window and set my hooves down onto the tiles. Behind me, I heard the sounds of ripping flesh and screams of pain, but I could not stay to fight, nor to help. The little one was lost. I sent a prayer to the good forces in the heavens, begging that her soul was able to break free and to surrender her body to the demon in exchange for a better existence in a place where pain and hunger were no more.
I snuck over the tiles, jumped to the roof of the next house and from roof to roof, until it felt like I had crossed over to the other end of the city. The demon did not follow me, perhaps it had lost my tracks indeed, the thought occurred in me, but the storm had not lost me. It was relentless and neverending, pulling at the stone of the houses, but never strong enough to tear them down. Perhaps this meant hope that we would all survive this night of terror. Of lower and of higher demons, the ponies I once thought of as superstitious, spoke. Maybe this was a lower one, capable of illusions and mind games, but not excelling in physical strength. Enough to ruin a poor farm, but not enough to destroy our city. Perhaps we would survive. But this hopeful wish should soon become deformed with cracks.
Far away from my lord's house, I climbed down a roof and into a window. Why was it open during a storm? I did not care to answer this question in my mind, I climbed inside and I shut it from there, keeping the ghastly weather out. My enemy was nowhere to be seen, nor heard, so I took the chance for respite. I slumped down underneath the window. My teeth started clattering again, this time not from fear, but from cold. I was noticing only then how I was still wearing my coat, had I never taken it off after giving shelter to the filly that bore this evil? For the first time since I stepped out onto the streets that night to rescue what I thought to be nothing more than an innocent creature, I felt such a thing as peace. Treacherous peace? Not in this moment, I felt no sense nor suspicion that my fate would be decided by the demon that might be searching the city for me now or that might have found other victims to torture. I was alone and I felt safe. I allowed myself to fall into a deep slumber, a tribute to the agitation of the preceding hour.
I awoke after an unknown amount of time, but the storm was still raging. A sound had brought me back, one that did not come from the storm, I thought, but the house was still except for the ticking of a clock. Had it been there before? I could not remember. But I was tired and in fear, surely I had not noticed it in this terrible shape of mine, I reasoned. A cold pressure in my chest remained, though, and my heart seemed to beat in accord with the ticks.
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It's been almost nine months since the last part of Thunderstorm Story, if you need a refresher, I put the updated link list with the previous ten parts here for you:
Thunderstorm Story Update List
Stay easy as a filly!
~ Fluttercheer
