That was supposed to be a cue for you to elaborate on what those "other places than this place for fan fics" were, but oh well :y
Anyway, chapter 2! Hope you enjoy, etc.
That winter brought one of the fiercest snowstorms that Mount Targon had ever seen. Even the summit, which was usually exempt from heavy or lasting snowfall, was covered in thick clouds that blocked out the sky. Winds blew, snow lashed, dark lasted. The Solari crowded into their temples and trembled.
Though no stranger to cold, Leona fell ill. Any exertion made her feel nauseous, and she would break out into fever sweats that would make the air around her warp with heat. Even something so simple as breathing hurt sometimes. While the other Solari paced, prayed, and fretted, Leona had to stay in bed.
She knew it was no ordinary sickness, but she still felt a bit ashamed of being incapacitated so. It would have been easier to bear if they let her take care of herself, but people hovered over her constantly. There seemed to be an entire team of nurses dedicated to checking up on her.
Even though they tried their best to hide it from her, she could tell that the elders were worried that the illness might kill her. They spoke in hushed voices outside her door, as if they were afraid of what they would find if they entered.
"We've waited so long..."
"Is it possible...?"
If anything, these whispers made her even more frustrated than the crippling weakness did. She was still alert, even though she didn't have any energy. And besides, it wasn't as if she had anything else to do but listen.
One day - or night, she had no idea of knowing anymore - Leona opened her window and looked out. The falling snow, while thick, did not seem very menacing. The wind was gentle at this hour, and everything felt subdued and quiet. She felt herself untense at the sight of the snowfall, which surprised her because she hadn't realized how tense she had been.
There was a knocking at the door. She turned towards it, traced the path from the window to the doorknob with her eyes, and almost groaned.
"Come in," she said, making her way back to her bed slowly.
After a short pause, the knob half-turned a few times, as if the person on the other side was struggling with it. Then, it opened just enough to let that person push it open with their back.
"Good morning, Leona," Diana said, carefully turning around. It was then that Leona figured out why she couldn't open the door easily - she was using both hands to carry a tray with a steaming bowl of soup on it.
"Is it morning? I can't really tell," Leona offered a small smile.
Diana averted her gaze for a short moment, her expression sinking a bit. "That's what the elders say every time I ask," she said.
Leona sighed softly. Diana set the tray on a little table that was set up near her bed.
"Creusa is usually the one who brings me my meals...is she sick as well?"
Diana shook her head, having a seat nearby. "Pretty much everyone who isn't an initiate is in the observatory right now. They're performing a special prayer for the storm to end."
"I hope it ends soon," Leona said, looking out the window. "It must be worse on the lower slopes of the mountain."
Diana had no answer to this, so she followed the other's gaze to the window. Then she stood and closed it quietly.
"What can the initiates do right now? Other than bring me soup," Leona managed a weak laugh.
"Not much. Keeping candles lit in the temples mostly. But I've been reading."
"That sounds nice," Leona said, sighing again. "I've got at least one of the high priests or elders pacing outside my room every day, but no one thinks to come in and give me anything to do. It's very...dull."
Diana looked back at her with something like sympathy in her eyes.
"I could bring you something to read," she offered.
"I'd really appreciate that," Leona smiled. This got a small smile from Diana in response.
Diana left to let Leona eat and rest. When Leona woke up from her nap, the tray was gone, and in its place were several books about previous Avatars.
When the storm finally cleared, it showed two girls two very different things.
Diana found herself wide awake in the middle of the night with no indication as to what woke her. After tossing about in bed for a few minutes, she rose and opened her window.
Instead of the endless flakes of snow she was now used to seeing, the first thing she saw was a perfect crescent moon, unobstructed by cloud or snowfall. She cast her eyes about signs of the storm and could not find any. Her gaze rose back up to the moon and she felt a childlike happiness she couldn't explain.
Without thinking, she clasped her hands together. Not quite in prayer, but certainly in gratitude.
When Leona woke up, she felt warmer than usual. It wasn't the fever heat that flared up inside her body, but a soft kind of warmth that was in the room itself. The room also felt brighter.
It took her a moment to realize that daylight streaming through the blinds. She opened her window and was almost dazzled by the blueness of the sky. The sun was bright, the air was crisp, and she could hear singing from the temples. It was all invigorating. She actually felt as if she could walk around without making herself dizzy.
The halls were empty. Leona made her way outside carefully, keeping close to walls in case she needed to brace herself, but managed to make it without any trouble. The ground was still covered in snow, but with the way the sun was shining, it didn't look like it would last. She took a deep breath of the mountain air and tromped out into the snow, intending to make some kind of sculpture.
"Radiant Dawn! What are you doing!" a young woman in an infirmary habit shouted, making her way towards her.
Leona lifted her head and laughed aloud. "You don't need to worry, Creusa. I feel fine!"
The young nurse stepped through the snow hesitantly and put a shawl over Leona's shoulders. "Everyone is excited about the sun's return, but that doesn't mean you should be out in the cold!"
"I just needed some fresh air," Leona said, stooping down and packing some snow between her hands. "Besides, a little bit of snow never killed a Rakkor!"
Creusa shifted her weight between her feet. "Come inside; there will be a feast soon, and the elders will want you to be present, no doubt."
Leona chuckled and patted the snow she was holding back into the ground. "Alright." Her sculpture would just have to wait. She was sure there would be other opportunities.