Journal - The Storm Entity
āI just wish youād give me some warning!ā she huffs aloud as she paces her room, not for the first time. Not that she needs to speak aloud for me to hear her - our dialogue is internal. But when sheās in these moods, vocalizing her thoughts seems to be her preference.
āI do,ā I remind her. āI-ā
āFive minutes is not a warning!ā she snaps at the mirror, her reflection glaring back at us. Itās not as if she can see me there, but I suppose when she needs someone in front of her to yell at, itās a fair approximation. āNot when Iām in the middle of an exam!ā
āI donāt know what you want me to do,ā I answer. I try to keep my tone even, but itās difficult. How many times do we have to go through this? āAs soon as I know weāre needed to guide a storm, I tell you. I canāt do more.ā
āYou could leave me alone!ā she argues, flopping on her bed, folding her arms over her face. āIām going to fail. And I have no friends since I keep just disappearing and they think Iām flaking out on them just because you have to go and make it rain somewhere.ā
āYou agreed to this.ā
āI didnāt know what I was agreeing to.ā
For a moment, I feel a twinge of sympathy. She sounds as tired as I feel. And sheās right, of course. It wasnāt fair to do this to her. Itās never been fair to do this to anyone, but this one is so youngā¦
āYou ruined my life,ā she whispers, and the sympathy is gone.
I didnāt ask for this either. But no host has ever thought of that. None has asked what I do when Iām not trapped in their tiny human bodies. Or whether I have friends or family. If they did, I could tell them about the freedom of spreading myself out, so that Iām everywhere in the ocean at once if I want to be. About all my siblings, how we all blend and flow together, how we never feel alone.
Alone. Thatās all I feel when itās my turn to enter a host, and this girl is the worst of all. At least the others Iāve had were resigned to what happened, instead of attacking me at every turn as if I wanted this.
I didnāt. None of us do. But this is the arrangement thatās been made, and the Water wonāt listen to our pleas to change it, and wonāt even let us talk about these things to our hosts unless they prompt it.
Thereās more we could offer them. If they truly accepted us, and saw us as partners instead of invaders. Which Iām sure many would, if they could see things from our perspective. As it is, however, the Water considers this a test of their character. If theyāre kind enough to learn more about us without our prompting, then they deserve the reward.
But few are the humans who think of this on their own. As such, being assigned to a host is akin to a prison sentence, confined to a body and only free when itās time to paint the storm across the sky, returning to oneās cell as soon as itās complete.
I didnāt ruin your life, Noeul.
You and your kind ruined mine.























