Mother Nature Takes A Break
“Wehttam! Bet you can’t make a couple of Red Sprites,”
dared Yelhsa.
“No more! Wehttam; no more!” she begged.
Wehttam was sick with power. He realised that he would
have to stop but sucked in one more enormous breath.
Wehttam thought about it for a moment. Red Sprites,
bursts of red lightning shooting upward and outward were
harder to create than Blue Jets. Traditionally only older
workers would be able to produce a Red Sprite long
enough and red enough to be worthy of the title. Wehttam
had only done the theory work on this type of lightning.
He had only just mastered the Blue Jets. Yelhsa’s
challenge was too tempting to resist. He tried to
remember what he had read in the text books.
There isn’t a name for the lightning that ensued. This
gush was different to anything anyone had ever seen or
made before. It rushed out in a long purple streak,
branching and snaking out of control. The heat was so
intense that Ellechim belched sonic boom after sonic
boom. Yelhsa was nearly rent in two with the power of
the light and sound. On and on it went, upward, outward
and downward out of control, until Wehttam had
exhausted the energy within.
“You’re on.” he said.
Wehttam turned to Enyahs. “I need you to spin clockwise
as fast as you can. You need to whip those water
particles into a fury. You’ve got to spin them so they stay
in formation, don’t let any escape. I’ll grab them all in one
swoop.”
The subsequent silence was eerie.
Shattered, the group floated in the air. Breathing hard,
laughing, crying and talking over each other in their need
to explain their exhilaration.
All were oblivious to the smell of smoke, slowly rising into
the cloud.
He then turned to Ellechim. “This is might hurt you. The
resulting lightning will be hotter than the sun and the
exploding air could cause