Love Of Thunder

FIVE

Ray

Inky, amorphous clouds were running on top of the man, who was standing like a strong and glorious statue in front of me. His armor was shining with his lightening and his face was beaming with a huge blue orb.

How was it, I didn’t know.

The only thing I knew was – to drop my mouth open with awe and admire his aristocracy. I was so awed, I forgot about my fear for him.

His face wasn’t clear, but his bulging muscles of forearms, his height and the width of his body – everything had just hypnotized me. Even after my constant attempts to hide my crazy heartbeats, my i***t mind was asking me a question– How would be his face?

Honey bell! What am I thinking?

“You heard me, didn’t you?”

Heavy, yet, heart melting manly voice spoke up again, while coming forward.

I quickly took back my steps as he approached me.

What if he had done something to me? I didn’t want to die so early.

“Why the girl who dared to be brave is scared?” he talked further, reducing the distance between me and him.

My heart accelerated its pace. My tongue was struggling to give him a quick reply, but the fear and nervousness in me was pulling me behind.

Somehow, by bolstering my dropping strength, I uttered whatever came on my lips:

“I-I’m not scared,” I lied, “Why-why are you doing it?”

He stopped, his head slightly tilted.

“What am I doing?” he questioned, his voice same – husky and heart-melting.

I had to say something; I had to, to dissimulate my fear – which, anyways, he had noticed.

“You-you were scaring me, I mean, scaring my friends,” I spluttered, my eyelids fluttering with my every attempt to remain stronger.

He straightened on his spot, and folded his muscular arms across his broad chest.

“I was scaring your friends,” he trailed the last word– friends, “Great. That’s an excellent achievement.”

“Achievement?” I frowned in confusion, “What achievement?”

“You really want to know that?” he said it so charmingly; my crazy heart couldn’t stop itself from accelerating its pace.

I quickly ignored that feeling, and said:

“Yes, I really want to know.”

He chuckled. “That’s good. So, what I achieved is one coin from...someone by scaring some human beings. Isn’t it great?”

No.

I wanted to say it loudly.

The person, weird person before me was scaring everyone for some coins?

How mean he was?

“Did I scare you?” suddenly he asked me.

Yes.

I wanted to speak even that word loudly, I suppressed that urge.

“No,” I said, jutting my chin in fake braveness, “Why did you ask?”

“Oh!” he dropped his head, as if in sadness, “that’s bad. I would have earned five coins, if I had managed to scare you.”

Huh!

“Never mind,” he suddenly took up his head, blue globe on his face sparkled in higher intensity than before, “I can try it now. It would be fun.”

And then he, in the speed of lightening, produced a tiny thread of light from his fore finger.

Honey bell!

It was same as the thread, which I’d seen in the sky some time before. It was a synonym of dread. My legs wobbled, as my death was closer to me than I’d expected.

When I took my wobbly legs back, I found my body stumble.

Scream escaped my lips with the last hope of my survival.

My legs slipped, my hand slackened its grip on umbrella and then, like a sack of grocery, I tumbled in the thick paste of mud on my back.

I squeezed shut my eyes as soon as my body landed in the mud. My both hands were spread, and back of my head was almost under the paste of earth.

And my face, well, now it was wet with both– drops of rain and sprinkles of mud.

Honey bell!

“Wow! You got scared!”

As soon as I heard the familiar voice, I began struggling to come out of the mud, and thanks to my bad day, I was continuously failing with my every fragile attempt.

Huge honey bell!

“Finally, today I earned my five coins,” he laughed in his usual manner with a background of cloud burst and rain drops.

And he laughed again, on me.

Yes, hardhearted Thunder, was laughing on me and was celebrating the victory of scaring me.

How dared he? How dared he to laugh on me? How dared he to scare me?

It enraged me, and in that rage, I grew tiny thorns on my palm to fight against the enemy in front me.

My mom had told me to use this weapon to protect myself from the attacker.

So, here I was doing it.

I managed to stand on my legs, jelly legs, my jaw clenched and my eyebrows furrowed with boiling rage.

“Anyways,” he walked forward, and I increased the length of thorns on my palm. “Give me your hand.” He held out his hand for me.

If someone else had been there on his place, I would have surely placed my hand on his. But, he was my archenemy and big hurdle in my life. Placing my hand on his meant a huge mistake from my side.

Even though, I’d to do it to hurt him and give him the pain for scaring and laughing on me.

He should get the punishment for making fun of the queen of flowers.

I faked a smile on his nonexistent face, and placed, rather, I slapped my hand on his hand with a great force I could muster.

He should have shouted in pain. He should have pulled his hand back from mine.

He didn’t do anything, on the contrary, he tightened his grip on my hand and, before I could understand, he jerked pulled me towards him, towards his broad chest.

My eyes widened in shock and I shrieked in surprise as he snaked his muscular arms around my tiny body.

My face felt warmth of his glowing face, and I squinted my eyes, as his blue globe blared like a blue fire, as if he was burning with unexpressed rage.

I was not getting where I was looking. Even I couldn’t see his eyes. Only one thing I was experiencing, and it was deathly blue globe– which had the strong capacity to crush my life.

“Live me,” I pleaded, yes; I pleaded for my life while struggling in his deathly trap.

“Don’t you know very important thing, Queen?” he asked, placing his other hand on my shoulder, causing my whole body to shiver in some strange feeling.

What was he doing to me? And about what he was asking me?

“What- what’s that?” I spluttered, shaking my shoulder to free myself from him.

He leaned forward, almost burning my face, and whispered:

“That I, the Thunder, stronger than sensitive flowers.”

He was right. He was too stronger than me and my family; however, we had the inner strength to fight against him.

“You can’t hurt me, even if you want to,” he continued, playing with strand of my hair.

I didn’t get, why I didn’t react on it.

“Anyways,” he then ran his fore finger on my cheek– causing my heart to lose its pace, “Thanks for helping me to earn five coins. I would love to earn some more. See you.”

As he said it, he pushed me hardly back in the mud and disappeared like a cold breeze.

Wait!

Did he call me the princess of flowers?

Did it mean he knew me?

Honey bell!