Feb 04 2013

Storm Clouds: Remembering before we continue…

It’s been a long time since I have written anything for Storm Clouds and, as such, I wanted to do a bit of a review of where the story is right now before I continue things…

I hope to be able to write every week from here on, at least I hope to.

I may interrupt the story now and again to post other stories that have gotten my attention, but we’ll see if that happens or not…

As a reminder, the story of Storm Clouds to where it is right now, can be found here on the Tale.

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Storm Clouds: Remembering before we continue…

By TeraS


The Library of the Realm is a wondrous place.

It’s not just that you can find … anything—which you can. No, the real wonder of the Library is who you might find there or what you might find waiting to be found.

Sometimes you might find Tera there looking through the shelves.

Sometimes you might find Miriam as she resorts the books that Tera doesn’t always quite put in the right place … mostly to tease Miriam, but that’s another story.

And sometimes, on the very rare occasion, you’ll find yourself looking at a book.

Perhaps you’ll discover one very special book that few ever find … It stands on an oak stand, open to be read, but there is something odd about the air above the book.

There are storm clouds.

They cover the book from every direction. Above you can glimpse bits and pieces as the clouds churn and roll around themselves …

“How did she die?”

“I’m here to claim my Sister.”

Then the clouds cover everything for a time again and you ponder those words. Someone’s sister? What happened to her? Why?

The thoughts you have are interrupted as the storm rolls and allows another peek …

“My name is Camilla Addison.”

“Thomas Selleck.”

Who are these people? Is the story about them?

To your surprise you feel a breeze and the pages turn under the clouds revealing more to your eyes …

“Are you all this helpful when it comes to answers?”

“Ask a direct question and you’ll likely get a direct answer, Thomas

The words make you pause as you being to think: “So many questions and not a good answer … yet.”

A flash of lightning and the story changes again on the pages …

“Jane it is, then. What’s your sister’s name?


More voices, more connections are made, but what’s the point of it all? The next reveal doesn’t add much to understanding …

“What’s your name?”

“Tera. My name is Tera.”

That answers some of the questions at least. A story about the succubi, then, but why? You wait a little and the words change again …

“Thomas, tell me. You need to. You have to see that even through that thick skull of yours.”


It is but a word on a page but there is sadness in that single word that makes rain fall from the clouds which spills onto the floor beneath you. But then, for an instant the clouds part and the book itself glows brightly …

“I didn’t catch your name.”

“You didn’t ask. I’m Bethany.”


There is so much power in those two names that the clouds cannot stand against them they are pushed away, forced to almost, but not quite, evaporate away … But the light cannot sustain itself and they roll back, stronger now and again you see only glimpse of the words …

“I’m good. You wouldn’t understand.”

“That you lost someone close to you? That you where hurt? Still are? Always will be?”

There is light again in the words spoken in comfort, a small beacon of hope shared … and then the pages darken once more …

“You will pay for this somehow.”

“Perhaps. But you will not harm her. Not now. Not ever. Leave before I take another pound of flesh from you. Leave the way you came or I will make you.”

The words seethe with anger from one, and resolution from the other. Why do they care? Why so they fight? Why?

“No. I have the flaw that makes me always do the right thing.”

“That’s not a flaw. It’s a gift.”

While these words are sad and aching, there is some promise in them … isn’t there?

“I can’t, Tera … I just can’t …”

“I know I’ve been there before …”

The loss is great, awful, overwhelming. But against that are the words that comfort in the face of rage and loss …

“Not that … you love her so … Do not give up on her, please.”

“Only if she gives up on me, Ma’am”

There is loss again from another. Darkness is everywhere it seems, but why? …

“Find who did this and hurt them.”

“Why hurt them when you are doing something so much worse. You can show them that they won’t win.”

Promises? Hopes? A goal? To what end? …

“You know, I feel like I was pushed into this. That you and Tera conspired to get me involved and make me stay in it.”

“No. We did not. I gave you the card. I gave you the chance to walk away.  You decided that you needed to find out more and you came into our world. Do not confuse the sight of an open door with walking through it. You had the choice. You made it.”

The feeling of betrayal, of the truth not being spoken and the answer that seems to, if not completely, make the truth clear …

“So tell me: What’s your name, anyway? You know mine already, so I’ll skip the introduction.”

“I’m Jane.”

Something revealed not meant to be? What happened and why did that happen? …

“Say hello to Ginger.”

“If that’s Ginger, I don’t want to meet Mary Ann, thank you.”

“That’s Mary Ann.”

Is it an inside joke, or something else? Perhaps a chance to learn something more? …

“Was it your fault?”

“I was overconfident … and stupid.”

Perhaps a fatal flaw in someone? To what end? …

“You cannot stop me.”

“I don’t have to stop you exactly … I just have to make things more … abrasive for you, don’t I?”

Again the two sides face off against each other. What do they both want? …

“Pick one. Which is worse?”

“I think I am.”

The past appears to make the present tremble in what it has wrought …

“Tera … please … he’s not …”

“Yes Daughter … I know … I know …”

Is that bemusement in the face of disaster? Why? …

“It will not be long. Promise.”

Who is waiting? For what reason is this being trapped? …

“All right; ‘Nina’ it is. Tell me something, seriously: does every one of you have an ‘a’ at the end of your name?”

“No … Just some of us do. Congratulations, Tom; you just endeared yourself to me. Camilla will be pleased to know that. Make sure you tell her when you see her again.”

More voices, one of confusion, one of dominance, both connected to a third … and one who was once a fourth …

“Well … that explains a lot.”

“Damn it, Tera! We don’t have the right to do this!”

What did Tera do? Why is the other so angry about this? What did they learn and what are the implications? …

“How’s that working for you?”

“So far, so good. But it’s a persistent bastard.”

Again the threat among them all rears it’s head. What does it want? Why has it done what it has? …

“Got any ideas? I left my holy hand grenade in my other pants.”

A threat? Is there a way out? …

“No, but you do love him, don’t you?”


Then the clouds covered the pages again … so dark … so very dark … But, beneath the storm clouds, under the rain, between the flashes of lightning …

… there is a small glow of light.

For, in spite of the storm clouds, there is always light to be seen …


  1. avatar

    All these pieces, swirling in our memories, along with the infinite world of possibilities that come in Her Majesty’s elipses . . .

    I can hardly wait.

  2. avatar

    And I hope that what comes is my heart…


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