Dark clouds stated to sweep over the city. Dark growing clouds that look like fists charging impatiantly at its target. The people of Azarah thought these clouds were omens, and started to worship. When the clouds got closer they started to rumble and scream. The people were worried that they had prayed to the wrong God for this blessing. The clouds came closer and closer untill, the people were so frightened that they ran back into their houses for safty. The children of this village began to cry and their mothers did their best to try and calm them but they couldn't prevent the storm that was comming. The storm that will change life for the Azarah's forever.
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