Haast falls to the earth

Haast falls to the earth, dropping like a stone through the air, sails thrown every which way with the wind.

Except for the creaking of the canvas and wood, it’s silent.

The Range glitters below, wide spread and open; there’s not a living thing to be seen for miles but the grass, lying flat beneath the strength of the wind.

It’s a miserable day, gray and too dry, the light muted behind the heavy cloud cover.

It’s almost like everything is already dead.

The glittering dies as Haast’s shadow grows.

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The ground shakes for miles, and a column of dust rises high in the air.

There is a rush of sound, swallowed as quickly as it comes.

The wind catches the dust, sets it spinning, quartz and grass pulled from the ground.

There is a peal of thunder, and lightning strikes right through the heart of the funnel, setting the world afire.

The quartz explodes in the heat, sending tiny, sparkling shards flying, reflecting the light of the fire high in the sky.

The clouds burst, rain pouring from them, and the fire only burns hotter.

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A return to 2007 Additions.