The storm gave birth to destruction - lava eruption, lightning, death and Qezo. No one knew how it happened, but it did. Survivors saw, right before they thought they'd die, a baby fly out from the heart of the storm. He fell into the hands of Schmool, who then watched the tempest dissolve into nothingness - as if its purpose had been fulfilled. Schmool didn't feel responsible for the child, and so he abandoned him (he'd later regret this action as his karma unfolds...). Yet, even having survived a storm, which is as lucky as mortals get, Schmool found no sunshine; his mind remained his fiercest enemy, his heart his gravest pain.
Edg was the only one who noticed the infant lying under a tree, half-hidden among the shrubs. He ran, breathless, and began doing chest compressions. Between pressing, he realized - the heart was beating just fine. The unblinking, uncrying infant was looking at him, astonished. A strange warmth crept over Edg. He hesitantly lifted the boy (thunder!), and wrapped him in his shirt (lightning!). Then, as if guided by something beyond himself, Edg opened his moutt and uttered a name - "Qezo" (smash!). An asteroid was falling and...
[Hii! MrAuthor here. I just wanted to experiment with writing and this is my first Word work - written purely out of my mind now - without any polish. If anyone thinks that the core is good/creative (I understand the writing is clumsy) I shall add more effort and time and write a well-thought-out CONTINUATION, OR discard this if you dear readers find it lacking potential. So please, I beg, comment your honest thoughts! Have a good one.]