Lasta Coop A Planet Without Weather Part Seven

 Bringing Snow

Lasta looked at the orb. Her mind became quiet. Her whole being was drawn to the orb. She moved like she was in a dream. Almost like the orb itself was calling to her. Telling her to come closer and closer to it. She did not notice anything else around her.

Meanwhile Salynara and Otb both walked beside her. Salynara reached out to the orb but before she could touch the orb electricity surrounded the orb and surrounded her. Immediately she was blasted back! She landed with a thud. She staggered to her feet.

She looked at Lasta, who had a blank look on her face. Her eyes were glazed over, like she was daydreaming. She reached out her hand like she was moving in a dream. She touched it. Her hand rested on the surface of the orb.

Soon Lasta saw that she was surrounded by a white void. She looked up to see a woman with skin that glowed bright yellow, almost white, like a lightbulb. She was clothed in gold. With a skirt that had snowflakes and raindrops stitched into it with silver. On her upper body she wore silver armour that looked like a modest corset. In the stomach area were lightning bolts around it like skinny bare trees in a forest. She had a cape of clouds with miniature bolts inside. She could hear the deafening sound of their thunder. Her hair was snow white with eyes the colour of rain with an unrivalled beauty.

“Hello.” She said, her voice was deep and thick with authority.

“Urm…” Lasta could only say.

She smiled 

“It's alright Lasta Coop, the cursed.”

“Oh.” 

Lasta looked aside in shame. She suddenly felt both naked and dirty as her mind flicked over all of what Salynara told her to do.

“It is alright. What you did, you did out of ignorance, however you are still a cursed one.” 

“What can I do?”

“Well, I am glad that you asked. For, you see, the tyrannical king has used my orb to keep me from carrying out my work on this planet.” 

“What can I do to help?”

“Well, offer me a segment of your soul and spirit so that I can mix it with my own power. So that weather can be born here. This way, I can use these incarnations of the weather to do my work here and finally bring weather back on this planet.”

She nodded.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that we will bring into existence the incarnations of weather. People who will be born and reborn until my work is done.” 

“But I'm too young to be a mum!”

She chuckled. 

“As I can see. Which is why they will be born amongst the Weatherless.”

“I don't understand. But if it helps ease my curse, go for it!”

She smiled. She placed a hand on her stomach. She felt something being taken from her. She felt slightly weaker than normal. She saw a group of lights in her hands. She then placed her hands under and over them. Then she saw light coming from the woman’s hand and into the lights and they left the orb. 

“Is it done?”

“Yes.”

“By the way, who are you?”

“Tempastas Aer the angel of weather.”

“Wow! You're beautiful!”

She smiled. 

“So are you. Also, once my work is done, the power of the weather will come to you.”

“What? You mean the weather incarnates won’t keep their powers?”

“Only if they do not want to keep them.”

She nodded. Her gut told her that this conversation was not over.

“So, is there anything else you want to tell me?”

“Yes. What Salynara wants to do is to get to fate and, as a being that can time travel, which is an ability that you have but it is controlled by fate, she thinks that the key to that is by being close to you.”

Lasta’s eyes widened.

“What? I can do that? And… and… it's controlled by what?”

“You have the ability to time travel which is controlled by fate.”

Lasta looked down. Fear gripped her heart.

“Now. Which of the Weather Incarnates should be born?”

Lasta looked up. Her mind went to one thing. The one thing she remembered and was sure that she was remembering at all. 

“Snow.”

She let out a chuckle.

“So shall it be done.”

Then Lasta returned to where she was and she looked out of the window as snow started to fall.

“What have you done!”