Eihmo'tei danced under the light raindrops. Rain was such a rare thing to his kind, and the few times it did rain, it was cause for great celebration. So overjoyed was the little Zerdani, that he barely noticed it pick up in intensity. He called out to his friends.
"It's raining! Isn't this great?!"
Looking around, he saw Kit and the others retreating down the slight incline. They seemed to be in a hurry.
"What is wrong? Where are you going?"
He saw as they hunkered down in the grassy dip. Something seemed amiss. Did they know something he did not? Eihmo'tei scanned the surrounding area as the storm grew around him. As moments passed, the storm became less friendly. The rain fell harder than the Zerdani had ever experienced before, and the buffeting winds nearly knocked him to the ground. The others had the right idea, and he would go to join them. But where were they?
The raging storm had left the Zerdani all turned around. He could not remember which direction they had gone, and the driving rain and tall grass hid them from view. He stayed put, and continued to look around. Eventually, he saw Kiara's silhouette in the rain-filled distance. She was calling out to him. Eihmo'tei could not have felt more relieved. He started down the slope as quickly at the harsh winds would allow (which was not quick at all). This proved to be a lucky move on his part, for the Zerdani had been marked by the storm.
CRACK!
A vicious white bolt struck the top of the slight hill right where Eihmo'tei had been standing. Now a good few feet away from the spot, he had just avoided certain death. Unfortunately, he was not far enough away from the area. The blast sent him flying into the air. When he once again made contact with the ground, the forward momentum sent him rolling down the wet grassy slope towards Kiara. Eventually, his violent roll stopped, but he did not move. The shock caused Eihmo'tei to loose consciousness. He was soaked and badly battered, but still alive.
