The past two days with Leah had been nothing short of a blur. We'd spent almost every waking hour together—whether we were running through the woods, competing over who could jog faster, or lounging around while she poked fun at my height. She was still taller than me for now, but I could tell I was slowly catching up. I laughed at her jokes, even though deep down, there was always something nagging at the back of my mind.
A/n : mc is still 14 and has no growth spurt, his height is 5'6 Her's 5'9 (women grow faster than males)
Thunder. I hadn't quite grasped what it truly meant. It was part of me, part of my very essence, yet something about it remained elusive. Leah noticed me drifting off now and then, but she never pressed me too hard. She understood.
But now, I think I understood too. Thunder wasn't just about sound or power; it was vibrations. Everything in the universe resonated with it, from the earth beneath our feet to the very air we breathed. It wasn't just destructive—it had the potential for harmony. I remembered watching an animation with a character who used vibrations to shatter things, and for the first time, it clicked.
A/n: GURRA GURRAA
I stood up, my heart racing, as I realized what I had to do.
"I'm heading out for a bit," I told Leah and her family that morning. "Just need to go into town to check on something."
Leah raised an eyebrow at me, and I knew she wasn't buying it. We locked eyes for a moment before I gave her a small nod.
"I'm training," I said in a low voice, only for her to hear.
She nodded back, her expression softening. "Be careful."
I made my way into the woods, far enough that I wouldn't be noticed. The sky was clear, and I could feel the air humming around me as I called on my powers. With a deep breath, I shot into the sky, high enough to shroud myself in clouds. I let the cool mist cover me, blending into the atmosphere as I pushed my focus towards my thunder divinity. It was time to test my new understanding.
First, I focused on the vibrations—subtle at first. I hummed softly, sending ripples of energy through the air, feeling how they spread outwards, becoming more powerful with distance. The hum grew into a low buzz, and I realized I was creating something more than just a sound. The vibrations were moving through everything—through the air, through the trees below, even through the clouds around me.
But that was just harmony. I needed to test its destructive potential.
I shifted my focus, looking through the sky as I used my sky divinity like a bird's eye view. Scanning the terrain, I finally located what I was looking for—a den of vampire fiends hiding deep in the forest. They were a stain, an unnatural blight, and today, they'd meet their end.
With a deep breath, I descended toward the den. I felt the vibrations pulsing inside me, stronger now, more refined. The sky darkened slightly as I called on thunder, focusing its power. I directed the vibrations outward, like an extension of myself, letting them spread across the ground.
A low rumble filled the air, like the earth itself was groaning. The vibrations surged through the dirt, shaking the trees, and then, with a single push of my will, I unleashed the destructive power of thunder. The ground beneath the vampire den cracked and shook violently. Rocks split, and dirt flew into the air as the entire structure collapsed inward.
Debris shot upward, and the vampires screeched as they tried to escape the carnage. But there was no escape. I wasn't done.
I directed the vibrations into the ground again, but this time, instead of spreading them outwards, I focused them into one concentrated pulse. The force was immense, shattering the remaining parts of the den into dust and creating a massive crater in the earth. I hovered over the destruction, my heart pounding with the realization of what I had just done. The vibrations had not only torn the den apart but had reduced everything inside it to nothingness.
As I floated above the crater, I couldn't just leave this scar in the earth. With the same focus, I gathered the debris—the dirt and rocks that had been displaced—and began to fill in the gap. It was a slow process, but I directed the vibrations carefully this time, using them not to destroy but to rebuild. Slowly, the crater began to fill back up, the ground leveling out until it was as if the vampire den had never been there.
I exhaled slowly, letting the tension in my body ease. It wasn't perfect, but it was a start.
Suddenly, a voice broke through my thoughts: a baby was crying, as if wondering where its parents were. I flew down gently, landing on the ground and walking toward the noise.
When I eventually reached the source of the noise, I couldn't help but feel shocked. It was a half-breed vampire, maybe an offspring of the vampires' food banks, standing there. I didn't know what to do.
Then I thought, why not give it to a couple of loving parents? But who? That was a hard question. Ah, wait! Wasn't there a Mapuche tribe with a half-breed? Nahuel, right? That's perfect.
So, I decided to try to find their location. Thus, I used the sky. Hmm, South America is really vast. Maybe I should stick towards the forests. But before that, why does it have such a high crime rate? Like this lovely chap with tattoos shooting another with tattoos.
Erm, not my business. Anyways, there he is, standing while his tribe hunts. I wrapped the baby in a blanket of clouds and gently guided it toward his location. When it reached him, I parted the cloud slightly, which caused him to look startled and on guard, ready to strike. Before he did, he saw the baby, which calmed him but left him uncertain. Maybe he sniffed the child or something to identify if it was a threat.
Thankfully, he didn't strike the child or his life would've been forfeited. Confused, he stretched outward to grab the baby, but before he decided to move or leave, I used thunder to drag his attention toward me, using the clouds to make words: [This child has suffered the loss of its parent. You may have thought it killed its mother, which it did not; merely a child conceived through vampire victims. Take care of it well.]