Sweet Airs [Jonzz]

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"“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.”
The Tempest Act III Scene II
William Shakepeare

Stormy stood on the edge of a pier.  Her left hand were raised, right hand holding a book that she read from.  Electricity touched down to them from the heavy storm clouds above.  She shouted into the wind.

"... And to the sky!
I ask of you,
provide me your wares."

The electricity swallowed her entire form, burning off the clothes she wore.  New clothes began to piece together over her and a quarterstaff appeared in her hand. resembling a bolt of lightning.  She smiled a bit, not expecting that, necessarily.  She looked down to the water below.

"And to the sea!
I ask you.
paint upon me your tales!"

A wave crashed into her and once it faltered away her clothes were brilliantly colored and adorned as she had asked. 

"With these words
I am the Tempest,
sworn to protect those whom dwell
in good spirits,
upon this island!"

Her quarterstaff flashed, shooting a blue bolt into the night.  Her left eye glowed teal while her right glowed purple.  Hair thrashed wildly in the wind along with her newly furnished coat and sash.  She drove the staff down into the wood of the pier and her entire body sparked with electricity.  She closed her book tucking it in her sash.  She turned away and looked to the rest of the city from the pier.

The book, she had found that recently amongst some of her father's prized literature he kept hidden away in a safe in his closet.  She had been reading it all week, learning all that she could from the moment she accidentally started a small fire by reciting one of the spells aloud.  The book, her father used to tell her, had once belonged to Prospero.  She, of course, never believed him because Prospero was a fictional character from Shakespeare, however the fact that the spells within actually worked caused her to reconsider just how fictional Prospero had been.  Since that moment she'd been researching the book, finding it was considered a myth that it even existed.  Some people believed it existed, some even believed in it enough that there were several individuals willing to offer up quite the sums of money for it.

It was Stormy's the book was now bound to her.  The more she delved into the whole thing, the more she began to wonder about exactly what kind of man her father really had been.  The search for him was still on.  Perhaps these new found skills, along with those that had been engineered into her, would help her find her father and bring him to safety once again.