She walked along the edge of the beach, the slight breeze running through her hair. The sun was starting to set in the distance. The water tagged her toes, racing to get away and then running back again. Birds chirped a few harmless melodies from their trees, serenading her. The peace was effective and calmed her worried thoughts. She found a grouping of rocks and sat on one. The winds gentle fingers pushed the hair away from her face, sending a shiver through her. She looked down and her eyes flashed orange. moto sparked to life. Her eyes turned white-blue and the wind grew stronger at her command. The moto started to die out.
One of her eyes changed back to machungwa, chungwa and the moto grew. The wind surrounded it and the two mixed into a cyclone of power. A smile came to her face as she fed it, making it grow higher. She looked up at it, her powered cyclone. It was a joy for her to see. The moto and wind mixing well and working to create something so destructive, yet so tame. She opened her wings and flew to the top. Her hands started to glow electric blue. Electricity mixed inside of her cyclone and it came up around her. She closed her eyes focusing her energy. An orb of electricity and wind surrounded her. It pulsed a bright fiery color, warning all to stay away.
Her smile grew as the cyclone grew higher and moved faster. Electricity snapped and zapped all around her, the wind howling and the moto roaring in the background. It grew again, looking like a seventh wonder. One hand fed the electricity while the other turned black. Her poisoned shadows snaked through her creation, adding to the intensity of it. Then, when it was at it's highest amount of power, she snuffed it out. The cyclone disappeared and she floated in thin air, wings flapping lightly. Her eyes glowed with the colors of her cyclone and she released the energy, a wave of healing magic spreading all over.
“That was impressive.”
She looked down.
“Terror!”
She floated down to him.
“Hey Dev. That was quite a show.”
“I didn't know wewe were standing there.”
“No one ever knows where I am.”
She smiled.
“What do wewe need?”
“An update.”
“On?”
He gave her a pointed look.
“You told her, right?”
“Yes.”
“How's she taking it?”
“Not so well. They miss each other.”
“I know. But this will all be solved.”
Devin looked down, but Terror kept looking at her. He pulled her into a sudden hug.
“I'll miss you.”
“Where am I going?”
He didn't answer, just hugged her tighter. After a few minutes, he released her. They looked at each other and he moved hair away from her face. Then he spoke.
“Naktura semen, Devin.”
She looked at him.
“Why speak in the tongue of Dark Angels, Terror?”
He smiled and just repeated the same words.
“Naktura semen.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“Naktura dema, Terror.”
He nodded and walked away. She watched as he covered himself in shadows and disappeared. His words puzzled her.
“Naktura semen...”
She looked back to the sky.
“See wewe when the sun dies out...”