Thunder in the distance wakes me up. It is raining, there is a storm. I have always liked storms, the pouring rain that cleans everything and everyone. The lightning that falls without caring about anything. After all, who can get angry with lightning? (I laugh, but it doesn't last long. I wish I was like a bolt of lightning) He is so magnificent, honest, fast. He hits the same spot only once, he knows he won't need a second. Its power is such that it does not accept replies. At the same time, it's calm, it might seem strange, I know, but it doesn't always strike. Even now I watch this storm.

Lightning travels in the clouds does not break loose on earth, until too much energy sets it in motion, then we hope not to run into its path. I am enchanted by the storm, too bad it's far away. Bad? Why? I can get close, I can welcome it. I get up and without waking anyone I get dressed and leave the house. I don't take an umbrella, I want to try it out in its entirety. I start running to reach what seems to me to be the center of the storm. I pass everything and everyone, never looking back.

Here, I have arrived: I find myself in a park, there are no parks near my house, I must have run quite a lot. I don't feel tired, however, on the contrary, the electricity that permeates the area is as if it were attracted to my body, it invigorates me, it makes me feel good.

I lie down on the grass and lose myself in the beauty that appears before me. Lightning strikes the sky in quantities that I cannot conceive. The air, already charged, at this moment seems composed of real lightning, purple is the color that appears in front of me, not the usual blue mixed with white, not even the yellow of sparks, but purple, so bright, so electric, it calls, within me, I feel something awakening, my whole being is being claimed by these purple lightning bolts charged with Prana, the ultimate, creator substance of the universe.

 I see it now, I'm being claimed, but it shouldn't be possible, the claim takes place at eighteen, still a year and a half away. Impossible to be wrong, however, this feeling ... My body lifts up, full of energy, full of Prana. Lightning continues to fall around me, thunder rages, ozone is the only smell in the air. A bolt of lightning strikes me, another and another. They don't hurt me. They are me, they are my home, we are the same. They keep hitting me.

Silence, everything ends. The storm subsides and disappears. I am tired, I cannot move, my body is tried, although they have not hurt me, they have changed my body, my true being, it costs energy.

Light, I see nothing else, the air still full of ozone. Few birds are heard. My eyes begin to get used to the light, I get up and find myself in the park where I ended up the night before. Around me the grass is burnt, the earth is split, it will take a while to heal. But I am fine, which I say well, I've never felt like this, all my senses have improved, I can perceive everything around me in this calm.

Yes calm, there is always calm after the storm. The stronger the storm, the longer the calm that will follow. It is a law of nature, and it is also respected by Prana.

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 It takes me a while to get used to all the new sensations I'm experiencing. I start walking slowly, then faster and faster, until I get to my usual pace. In the meantime I look around, I don't seem to recognize the park, or at least the area of it where I find myself.

I remember stopping at the entrance yesterday, but apparently, in addition to having occurred earlier, the claiming also moved me a bit, I was levitating at a certain point on the other hand. I look around me and decide to follow the signs left by lightning, they brought me here. When I arrive at the park entrance, luckily I find the usual map of the neighborhood. I am proud of my city, they are very organized and lenient with tourists and vagabonds. On the map, I find a familiar road and walk home. I ran just a lot yesterday, I have to do five km walking now. During the journey I continue to get used to the new sensations and abilities of my body, doing it while walking is a bit complicated and I decide to do it more carefully once I get home.

 Ah, I can't wait to watch Balthy's envy when he finds out I've been claimed before him. We are twins, after all, this is one of the few things where either of us has primacy. When I get home I realize that I no longer have the keys, so, hoping it's not too late, I knock. My mother opens me up, and I freeze. How the hell I explain what happened during the night.

Her gaze petrifies me, although she is shorter than me, she is five and three feet against my six feet, I feel small again under her fury.

I'm used to mom's angry monologues by now, but with every mention of the ladle my butt starts to hurt. I can see the smoke coming out of her ears, she must be so angry that she doesn't quite control her element.

Panicked, I stop uncertain. At the sight of his mouth opening, I leave, knowing that what she would say I would not like at all.

I begin to tell her everything, without leaving out a single detail, the threat of the ladle is too great.

<... then I realized I didn't have the keys and I knocked> said everything I look forward to the verdict, hoping not to receive that punishment.

Before i can add anything else, she opens his mouth again.

Petrified I watch her go to the kitchen. I already know she's waiting for me. Discomforted and already in pain for the pain that awaits me, I head towards the living room, helpless.