Writing Prompt: Weather Change

Writing Prompt: Take a current scene from your novel and rewrite it with a weather change.

I ended up keeping my rewrite in my story because it portrayed the emotions and the power of the scene much more vividly.

Rewrite

The brightness faded and Asher opened his eyes. A storm was raging all around him. Great sheets of rain pelted the ground and fell through his body, each drop leaving a trail of heat in the wake of his body. He bellowed in rage, all the hatred, anger, and frustration he had felt while he lived came crashing down on him at once. Emotions kept at bay by the spirit world filled him with their fiery vengeance. 

He looked around, wind blowing leaves every which way. He gaze fell upon a man standing uncaring in the deluge all around him. One arm cradling an ancient tome, the other held high as he shouted to the heavens. His cloak billowed about, the wind tried to wrench it off of his body. 

With a feral cry, Asher pulled his sword from its sheath and lunged forward, his anger echoing the storm raging all around him, he drove the point of his sword towards the man’s heart. In a flash of lighting, Asher saw terror fill the man’s eye. In a pitiful attempt to stop the blade, the man raised the ancient book before him.

A foot before blade met flesh, Asher’s sword crashed into an unseen wall.
His sword fell from his grasp, its point sinking into the mud. Unable to stop himself, Asher crashed into the wall. A sharp pain shot through his shoulder and leg as he connected with the barrier.

He screamed as he stumbled back. He regained his footing and once more lunged at the man, hands reaching for his throat.

“Die!” Asher screamed.

Once more he crashed into the wall and pain lanced through his hands and up his arms. The man flinched and looked towards the ground, wet hair falling over his eyes, water dripping off his nose. 

Asher glanced down at the ground between him and the sorcerer. The same runes that pulled him from the spirit world glowed brightly against the mud between him the two of them, unaffected by the rivulets of water running through them. He looked up. As their eyes met the man’s lips curled into a sneer. 

Lighting flashed overhead. “Who are you and what have you done to me!” Asher roared at the sorcerer.