Day 3 Morning

[Orihime Inoue]

Orihime was right about the storm as the sky turned from drizzly gray to a fog that was so thick she could cut it with her blade. The wind didn’t howl, it screamed as the trees bended and moaned, their sturdy limbs being ripped away and their leaves scattered like confetti. Nature's attack was promising nothing but winds strong enough to level even the mightiest trees from the soil. Above her crimson head, clouds billowed across the setting sun, casting the meadow into a shadowy darkness as a heavy rain began to fall from the menacing heavens as the voice of the old spirit boomed like thunder.

The hero spoke again to them, somehow from up above them. His words blanketed her with a tender relief as she sighed deeply. Orihime cast her big doe eyes on the charcoal sky, focusing on a crack in the layers of the clouds where the flashing sunlight poured through a hole in the boat over water. Somehow she found it inside herself with the help of the friends and sacrifices along the way to help the spirit by retrieving his armor. Orihime wondered why the warlock would curse these objects and then give them to furious guardians in the first part. What frightened her now is what the other monsters who had these relics looked like. She barely made it out of there by the skin of her teeth last time.

Her thought was interrupted by a loud crackle of thunder and a brilliant flash of lightning and the sudden impact of rain.The thunder was loud enough to vibrate the bones of the petite red haired girl. A jagged bolt of lightning tore the sky in two and she began to shiver violently wincing as each icy raindrop burned her skin like acid. As the rain continued to fall her garment began to cling to her body like glue, the rain outlining her large subtly breasts visible through the white fabric.

The atmosphere of the group was gloomy as the two gentlemen talked in strategy in hushed, hurried tones. Despite her previous request, the rag tag group only had poorly made goat jerk to eat. It made her nervous, they were friends obviously but Orihime was still just some stranger girl. It felt to her like it could have easily been here lying dead on the floor for this sword. “Will I have to die for this?” Looking at the exquisite blade that sparkled in what little sunshine that was casting down on her.

Furious rain caused a cloudy, bleak feeling to wash over her like a dark shroud. This feeling was unnatural like she had an evil curse placed upon her. It made her sick to her stomach, something about this placed turned sour, they needed to get out of there. Turning back to the young warriors. Orihime called though the onslaught of rain to Sasuke and Victor “I think it's time to look for shelter.”