Dreams
Three parts.
first in a simplistic village somewhere in the forest. first person, remember having power. An elder talking to a middle aged man, saying something of an effect to 'this one has the same power as yours, to control weather' and that this rare ability was very powerful. Which came with the understanding that many people did have power, but of varying types. Understanding that when middle aged man was younger and experiencing his power it was devastating, the ensuing destruction. He comes to speak with me to warn me about what may happen if I go unchecked. At the time of his arrival I was just feeling the power sync with the earth, and pull my foot along the ground making a small tremor that shakes the building and to a degree the surrounding area. Despite which I do take the warning to heart.
Panel to second part, has to do with getting a rather large flat in England with a kind of rude, lower income Spanish girl. Also two blood colored cats. doesn't fit.
Third part I'm in the desert with storm. She's exhausted for some reason and sleeping on a palate. Beside her is a small ditch with water. I understand we have the same ability. I try to make the water crash up in a wave, and remember that Storm does not have such direct control of water, but instead controls the tides as the moon does. So I try to work up enough wave to make the same effect, doesn't work out so well. For some reason I turn around and see a giant sandstorm, with special note on just how monstrous it is. I couldn't cover myself with a blanket to hide from the sand, as Storm would be exposed. I also did not have enough time to try and make shift something, so I do the only thing I could think of. I took a stand and with all my might focus wind at the storm to split it creating a safe haven for us. I remember it working, but being something of a strain to keep up, and realizing that I had it in me to do it. It eventually parts (after some small observations on my part) and passes. I look back to Storm who raises her head and tells me she is proud of me. Despite the shiny metallic outfit I get the impression of in essence something akin to mother nature (as I've always thought Storm to represent) speaking to me more so than the woman Ororo Monroe.
first in a simplistic village somewhere in the forest. first person, remember having power. An elder talking to a middle aged man, saying something of an effect to 'this one has the same power as yours, to control weather' and that this rare ability was very powerful. Which came with the understanding that many people did have power, but of varying types. Understanding that when middle aged man was younger and experiencing his power it was devastating, the ensuing destruction. He comes to speak with me to warn me about what may happen if I go unchecked. At the time of his arrival I was just feeling the power sync with the earth, and pull my foot along the ground making a small tremor that shakes the building and to a degree the surrounding area. Despite which I do take the warning to heart.
Panel to second part, has to do with getting a rather large flat in England with a kind of rude, lower income Spanish girl. Also two blood colored cats. doesn't fit.
Third part I'm in the desert with storm. She's exhausted for some reason and sleeping on a palate. Beside her is a small ditch with water. I understand we have the same ability. I try to make the water crash up in a wave, and remember that Storm does not have such direct control of water, but instead controls the tides as the moon does. So I try to work up enough wave to make the same effect, doesn't work out so well. For some reason I turn around and see a giant sandstorm, with special note on just how monstrous it is. I couldn't cover myself with a blanket to hide from the sand, as Storm would be exposed. I also did not have enough time to try and make shift something, so I do the only thing I could think of. I took a stand and with all my might focus wind at the storm to split it creating a safe haven for us. I remember it working, but being something of a strain to keep up, and realizing that I had it in me to do it. It eventually parts (after some small observations on my part) and passes. I look back to Storm who raises her head and tells me she is proud of me. Despite the shiny metallic outfit I get the impression of in essence something akin to mother nature (as I've always thought Storm to represent) speaking to me more so than the woman Ororo Monroe.