Thunder

Rumble rumble rumble...

The worst storm in Jamaa's history has just begun. This wasn't any ordinary storm, no, this was a phantom storm. One of the most horrific things known to animal kind. Any jammer that was caught in one should know, if they even lived to tell the tale.

I need to get home. Home for the Jamaalidays. But I knew I wouldn't be welcomed there. Not after all the years I had been gone. Not after what I had done. Have they found out? I don't know.

My parents gave me their savings to take to the bank five years ago. On the way there, I had passed by this Cafe place, so I went inside and met three gamblers.

I thought I could double my parents' money before I put it in the bank, so I joined in on their game. But they had scammed me and I had lost it all, and after that, I couldn't bring myself to face my parents again after what happened. So I never went back. I've been wandering Jamaa ever since.

WIP