Claiya’s heart outran her feet as the sounds of pursuit drew closer.
“Do it.” her father ordered between gasping breaths.
“They’ll die if I do.”
“We’ll die if you don’t.”
Cursing the power for which the villagers sought her death, Claiya stopped running. Facing the mob, she called the storm.
I wrote this dribble in response to the question, “What would you do if you could command storms?” Sometimes life forces us to choices we don’t want to make. Claiya chose to live.
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So often when I face difficult choices, I become lost in trying to make everyone, including myself, happy. So hard because I know I'll always wonder if I should have done something different, if I made the right choice in the end. This choice is no different from the ones mountain climbers face... sometimes someone gets left behind. I think she made the only choice she could but I believe she'll always wonder if she should have made the choice she did.