The beginning of time.
Thunder had knelt in front of the cave of the witch at Winter Lake for a long time. She didn’t know how long. But she would stay here until she got an audience with the witch. She needed to learn the technique to kill the dark angel, and she would do whatever it took.
It snowed. It rained. Then the winds came. And the sun. Then it rained and snowed again.
She might have turned into stone. She didn’t have a tangible form, but she could still interact with the environment around her. Ordinary eyes couldn’t see her, but she was sure the witch’s could.
Just before she felt she was going to pass out, the witch emerged from the depths of the cave. “Thunder, with such a relationship to the angels, why do you think this humble witch can offer you anything you can’t do yo
