The Last Straw

[Nox]

Nox was lost in the power. Lost to the world that had been destroyed. Everything he loved was dead. Everything he owned was gone. The world beat at him like a stick trying to make him behave. Nox wanted nothing more than to fight back. But to what end? For what reason? He was not a power hungry god. He was not what the Regus said gods were. He was not that.

A man told them they should move. Nox looked up at him from his dark glazed eyes and shook his head. It came out a whisper, "Everything I had was in that building."
Nox stood up and whispered in Aria's ear. "There is a god behind us."


Nox smiled at the man as he finally decided what to do. The buring pile of rubble was starting to rage faster and harder and it was going to make it self a danger to others. Nox looked up into the sky as he let go of the fire air and earth he'd been weaving and threw what little weather theory he knew - earth and water and air, clouds started to form above them, and rain soon fell over a wide berth of the sky.

If there were any Atharim around he was surely dead now. But he couldn't let the Red Light district burn down because of the Atharim, or even Bas himself. Whoever had started it he would finish it!

The rain poured down and Nox turned his focus to the fire. The rain wouldn't put it out alone. He wove a net of air and water and earth and wrapped the flaming rubble in it and doused the fire out. It flickered and sputtered with lack of oxygen. He was glad for what little knowledge his sister had insisted he learn when it came to the sciences. It was a little piece of her that he would always have - and always remember her when he used that knowledge. A soft smile played on his face as the last of the flames turned to ember, and then finally to charred pieces.