Instagram Story part 3

In her wandering, she noticed strange weather occurring in certain remote locations across the hills and valleys. White clouds swirled like dragons and burst into rain spouts upon contact with each other. They were like mini storms, dotting shadows over the land.

With no sign of her husband, or any human for that matter, she found herself moving curiously closer to one of the dancing cloud formations. As she approached, a cold mist sprayed her and the wind roared by her ears. She looked up at the clouds as they crashed into each other, fluffy, white snakes deteriorating suddenly into a torrent of rain, the force of which pushed her to her knees.

Once the water stopped falling, she parted her soaked hair to see a single purple flower standing tall and dry in the puddle of mud before her. It had an almost emerald appeal to its violet color. She crawled to it for a better view, mud plastering itself to her dripping clothes.

The flower moved flimsily in the more gentle wind around it, but when she touched it, it felt like an obsidian stone. A water spout fell just beside her and she screamed as mud attacked her entire body. When it was over all she could do was frown at the flower that somehow remained untouched.

A echoic voice sounded in the breeze and she scrambled to her feet, slipping on the mud once or twice.

“My love?” she answered the voice, staring at the clear sky that sat in the midst of the swirling clouds of wind and rain, just above this flower.

“Take it with you.” The timbre and octave of the voice wasn’t exactly clear, but the words were.

Her eyebrows furrowed at the swirling dragon clouds, analyzing the sight, the sound, the meaning. She looked back at the flower and remembered the men trying to dig up the plants back at her home. Her heart skipped a beat and she fell to her knees at the purple flower as another torrent of rain fell behind her.

“I will find you.” she whispered, her voice shaking and throat contorting. A tear mixed with the mud and rain on her cheek as she wrapped her hand around the bottom of the strange flower. “I promise.”

She pulled the root out and the storm around her began to rage.