The tinted windows covering the lengths of the church creaked. Their ominous sound was only amplified by the unceasing beatings of the rain. The church was dyed the color of the storm outside, lit up now and then by the bright flashes of lightning.
No faithful soul was present in the church that day. The ebony benches faced the statue of the goddess on their lonesome. The most devastating storm in a decade had hit, scaring away the birds and the game lurking near the forests that surrounded the church. All seemed to hide away from the wrath of nature.
In the midst of the storm, the screams of one man spread through the air. It fell weak against the wonders of nature, but the voice held god's name and tore through to the heavens.
"Oh, Goddess! Hear the cries of this child! Bless him! Bless him with your gift! Awaken the system within!"
The raging sounds of the storms continued!
"… Awaken the system within!"
Storm!