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Ember

Desert thunderstory that can’t fully be described You must live it See it Breathe it Be it

Powerful, majestic, beautiful, and even eerie

You can feel the intensity in the air right before they begin Your senses coles as you anxiously wait for the storm to come

You can also sebrush releases a scent as if to welco the storm to come The dust settles, and for a brief moment, the desert has a certain freshness to it That is, until the rain comes The rain replaces the fresh with an earthy round below

I always loved thunderstorhts were riddled with them, and I welcohtning daggered across the gray sky They were loud, scary, even dangerous, but I gladly watched each one with awe I loved how they rolled in unexpectedly at ti from miles away

But the thunderstor to strikeoff inis so intense that I

“I need you to coer at

I’m paralyzed for a moment, but as if under a trance, I eventually follow

As we reach the top of the stairs, my knees nearly buckle as I look down below As insanity nears, I hear her say, “They’re waiting for you”

She’s led me into the eye of the storm, and the hurricane of emotions steals what little bit of sanity I have left

Papa Rich

Scarecrow

They’re here

Oh my God, they are here

I try to blink away the madness, but it’s determined to stay

“You knehere they were all along, didn’t you?” I pro at her My eyes are pinned on Papa Rich and Scarecron below in the foyer

“No, but I have the resources to hire the best in the world to hunt the until they were found”

“Why?” I barely squeak out “Why do this to us? You knew Christopher and I were trying to stay hidden We wanted to keep the darkness away You knew this So why?”