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// Chapter 2: Storm Out of Nowhere 
// Story: Two-World Collision 
// by BRony Engine 
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	Twenty minutes after finishing the projects, Robert heard the approaching hum of his mother's car engine pulling into the parking spot. He watched her as she turned off the engine, got out of the car, grabbed her computer bag, and lock the car door as she walked towards the house.
"Hi, Mom!" Greeted Robert as he took a seat on the couch and turned his attention towards the television.
"Hey, Rob." His mother greeted back.
"How was your day?" He asked as he watched her lug the black computer bags to her room.
"Good." She answered. "Yours?"
"Fine"
"Today was your last day, wasn't it?"
"Eeyup."
"What did you do?"
"Just finals for fifth and sixth period."
"And how was that?" She asked as she walked out of her room.
"Fine."
"What did you do after school?"
"Clean, play, do more art. That kind of stuff."
"Good." She remarked."Do you want anything to eat?"
"Nope," Robert declined, "I just had a sandwich earlier, so I'm good."
"Alright."
Robert and his mother were not much for a big conversation when it came to talking to each other. The reason being that neither the mother nor son had anything interesting to talk about, so they didn't say much to each other.

                    

For the rest of that afternoon Robert's thoughts left no room for anything else except the dream. There was something about it that made it burn through his mind like a hot iron through ice, easily cutting through. At the center of it was the object that appeared in the end, the relic. He kept thinking about the way it functioned, its design, why it was in his palm. What was that creature who recognized it? What does the relic do? And why was I dreaming of all of this? All these thoughts had overwhelmed Robert's mind to the point where he begun to mentally and physically suffocate. He decided to walk outside to get some fresh air, where his solitude was the night sky.
Robert found the night sky somewhat comforting, as if the sight of a black surface with small, white, shimmering lights within gave the young man somewhat of peaceful solitude. A vast, dark space spanning throughout the universe with no boundaries. He loved to look at the stars that shined bright with their own little hue of cosmic colors. Such surroundings allowed Robert to lament his thoughts, given the condition that no one was around. This was where he did most of his thinking. 
Robert looked deeply into the night sky, continuing to think about his dream. "I don't know why I keep thinking about this, these dreams." He thought aloud. "These dreams are becoming so vivid, so realistic that I'm starting to actually question my reality. Is this a good thing? Or is it bad?" Robert looked down at the ground for inference before looking back at the sky. "God, I hope these thoughts won't drive me mad. But there was something about the relic. That thing's shown up in my dreams several times before, but not like this. I may just be making wild assumptions, but, what if it means something, like a message? What if these dreams have some sort of connection to reality? Is it possible?... Maybe I am losing my mind, with all these thoughts running through it. None of it seems to make any sense or show any hint of rationality." He found himself staring into black space and brought his attention back to the sky. "I'm not one to make any wishes." Robert chuckled lightly. "But, if these dreams are trying to tell me something, if there does turn out to be some sort of connection, then I wish to know what it is. I wish to find out why the relic continues to constantly appear in my dreams, and why last night's dream seems to be the only one to stand out."
As his lamenting came to close, with questions unanswered, Robert began to walk back to his apartment, turned back to take one last look at the stars, and closed the door. He knew that his questions wouldn't be answered just by simply talking to the sky, but doing so gave Robert a sense of hope.
The rest of the night was of complete insignificance to Robert. He washed the dishes, watched a little more television, took a quick shower, and got ready for bed. He had then begun to reflect the monologue from earlier. He had meant every word he had said outside, wishing to know the reasons why the relic kept appearing in his most recent dreams, wishing for an answer. Although, as he thought more about what he said, Robert developed an unsettling thought: What if the answer came, but it turned out to be one he would have never wished to know? What if the relic had some sort of evil, demonic aspect to it? Or what if there was no answer and that the whole thing was just a figment of imagination receiving too much attention? As Robert laid his head upon the pillow, his constant thinking continued to circle his mind. The thoughts haunted him as he slowly drifted into sleep, waiting for the next dream to come.

                    

Despite the night sky starting out completely clear, it quickly became engulfed in an unnatural sea of thick grey clouds that spanned across almost all of San Diego. Soon it began to rain heavily as lightning ran through the light islands of water, which started to circulate in a vortex-like formation. Within a deep sleep, Robert began to have some unsettling agitations within his own mental solitude. His dream became infested with discomforting images of falling buildings, a body being electrocuted, some random purple-haired girl, and the relic. Robert writhed in his bed as the images flashed through his subconscious. His groans of psychological and mental discomfort were drowned out by the never ending thunder.
A hole appeared in the the center of the cloud vortex, opening wider as the lightning became more attracted to it. The hole shortly formed into a funnel that glowed with a fluctuating  swirl of blue and purple as the lightning bolts streamed around the funnel and struck the earth violently. The event had caused the city lights to dim and flicker in an alternating fashion as visible electricity ran throughout every street, every telephone line, every wire. It was a storm of complete chaos.
After several moments of complete storm fire, the behavioral storm had begun to cease. The sky had cleared immediately and the city continued its nighttime occasion as if nothing had ever happened. The only thing left behind was a small area somewhere within a nearby forest that was struck by both the massive funnel and the lightning. The trees around the area were charred and charged with lingering electricity as each long trunk circling around the place was blown back, giving the area a crater-like appearance. The sight of impact was a small but noticeable indentation within the earth, steaming with rising smoke; within it, something had begin to emerge. A long, slender figure crawled out of the hole and looked about its surroundings as it moved away from the burnt area. It soon arrived to a nearby hill that overlooked over two-thirds of San Diego county. Catching sight of the city, the creature began to quicken its pace as it moved towards the nearest neighborhood, growling with laughter-like delight. However, the creature failed to notice that it did not arrive to this world alone. Back at the steaming strike site, a small female groan was made as a human arm reached out of crater and pulled out a long-haired girl connected to it.