Imprisoned Gods - G. Bailey Page 0,71
sometimes we get newcomers like you. It could be more or less than that count now." I walk to his side, stopping as I look over the huge bridge in front us, observing the busy group of people that are walking around on the other side between wooden stalls where there are other people handing out food and random goods, by the looks of it. I love the vines of flowers that crawl up the walls, but it makes me pause for a second.
"Wait, how do the flowers and your plants grow without light? I'm also curious how those balls of light exist in the house and know when it's bedtime and turn off? And who makes that big light I saw yesterday that is now just a tiny ball in the sky?" I ask Storm, who only chuckles.
"Wait here," he tells me as I frown at him in confusion. Storm walks into the middle of the bridge, and every person on the other side stops to watch. Storm closes his eyes as he raises his hands in the air. In a matter of moments, bright light beams out of his hands into the air, shooting up into the top of the prison. The beams of light start swirling around each other until they make a swirling ball of light that is very much like the sun. You can even feel the heat from it. At this moment, I see why they admire him so much. Worship him almost. He truly is something else. When I look back at Storm, he is watching me as he literally lights the world up. Something about him makes me never want to look away. After a few more moments, he stops the beams of light and lowers his hands. The crowd cheers his name as he walks across the bridge to me.
"That's how I keep this place alive, little Karma," he says, making me remember that he is still an arrogant asshole. “Though my name is only one of my powers, I control weather.”
"Impressive," I reply to him, as I'm not going to lie. That is all he is getting though. I step around him and walk across the bridge, hearing his footsteps close behind me. The crowd has gone back to their usual jobs, but the moment they see Storm, they all bow their heads. After making it across, I stop on the pathway.
"Storm, baby!" I hear a woman shout, and I look to the left as a woman runs through the crowd, in a tight dress that even Mads would say is trashy, though her long blonde hair is stunning, falling around her in waves, and she has these big, blue, doll eyes. Like I'm not even here, she steps around me, and I turn to see her throw herself at Storm, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. And he damn well hugs her back, smiling at her when he lets go a few moments later.
"Vivian, you seem happy this morning," Storm happily says.
"I am! I saved those dying apple trees in the yard. It took a lot of work and magic, but they will live now. I've also planted some new orange trees this morning," she says in a bubbly sweet manner.
"You're a plant goddess," I blurt out, and she turns, very slowly looking at me from head to toe before clearly deciding I'm not her friend, as she tenses up and crosses her arms. No wonder Storm likes her, plant goddesses don't like to wear clothes, their skin is soft, and they smell amazing. My mum had a plant goddess come and help her briefly when the flowers were dying in her garden. I remember watching from the window as she used her powers, and it was so beautiful to see how she connected with the flowers…even though she was naked, as mum couldn't convince her to wear clothes. My brothers thought she was the best thing since sliced bread.
"Vivian, this is Karma. Karma, Vivian," Storm introduces us, and I step closer, offering a hand out which Vivian looks at in disgust before shaking it.
"How did you know what I am?" Vivian asks, swiftly pulling her hand back and placing it on Storm's arm. I don't need her to say a word to make it clear she thinks Storm is hers, though he doesn't move closer to her or show any interest back. Not that it matters to me if Storm is single or not.
"I've met a plant goddess