rumbling noises deafened their senses. Lance turned questioningly to Ray.
“Earthquake,” said Ray.
Then the rumbling stopped. The dizziness and disorientation took a few moments longer to subside. Lance had never experienced an earthquake before and from the look of confusion in the white wolf’s face, neither had Spirit. Ray had experienced it only once before, a long time prior. All around them there was just silence. Then the birds started chirping again.
“So this is… um… Earthquake _ so the feeling of being in one of this is as such, master ? ” asked Lance, as he picked himself up off the ground.
Ray was already standing. Spirit looked around curiously.
“Earthquake _ the feeling of being in one of this is as such, though it may vary in intensity,” explained Ray.
“Why… Earthquake _ why does one of this happen and why now ? ” questioned Lance.
“Earthquake _ of this, it has happened before, 20 years ago. Rare _ earthquakes are of this and the reason they happen is because Nature always, ALWAYS tries to seek equilibrium, which is a type of balance; and when this balance is upset, the forces of Nature reacts and responds with all her might. Nature _ the force of this is so powerful that masses of land can be caused to shift and collide with each other, thereby causing earthquakes,” Ray explained further.
“Cause _ what is it of this that resulted in the imbalance of Nature just now ? ” asked Lance.
“Know _ I do not of this of the specific cause but maybe we shall be able to find out soon, as it will be no small matter and it will be quite obvious,” admitted Ray.
The trio resumed their journey, harassed by mild aftershocks. At noon, they stopped to rest and have lunch. After a two-hour rest, they resumed their journey eastward. The many cotton-looking cumulus clouds had begun to take form up above; providing the trio with a temporary shade from the hot sun. Ray looked at the clouds and estimated that they would have about five hours before the clouds developed into cumulonimbus clouds easily twice the height of an average mountain. These clouds would then send down gusting winds and lashing rain that were so typical of the nights of Wet Season. He knew that the lifespan of a cumulonimbus cloud was approximately two hours, with half an hour of development stage, half an hour of heavy downpour and one hour of dissipation in the form of light rain. However, the dissipation of such a cloud would provide enough moisture to develop another of its kind and the cycle would repeat itself. The overall effect would be relentless rain lasting the entire night.
After two and a half hours of travelling, they stopped to set up camp for the night. Half an hour was spent on foraging for food and the driest of woods that they could find; and another half an hour was required to build a makeshift tent, using the long roll of black canvas that Ray had strung across his back. That left another one and a half hours for Lance’s martial arts training, less than ideal as far as Ray was concerned, but Nature had not left him much choice.
One and a half hours later, Lance was sweating profusely from practising the Cross Side Horse Kick. To execute this kick, Lance began by standing side-ways facing an imaginary opponent. He then moved his rear leg forward across the back of his front leg, lifted his front leg in a curled knee position and finally, extended it explosively towards that imaginary opponent. As Lance wiped the sweat of his brow, a flash of lightning cut across the darkening sky and the shattering sound of thunder came a few moments later. Ray stopped Lance’s lesson and Lance hurried off to the nearby stream to clean up. A quarter of an hour later, the first wave of violent outbursts from the clouds above hit their little makeshift tent, which was water-proof as the
“Earthquake,” said Ray.
Then the rumbling stopped. The dizziness and disorientation took a few moments longer to subside. Lance had never experienced an earthquake before and from the look of confusion in the white wolf’s face, neither had Spirit. Ray had experienced it only once before, a long time prior. All around them there was just silence. Then the birds started chirping again.
“So this is… um… Earthquake _ so the feeling of being in one of this is as such, master ? ” asked Lance, as he picked himself up off the ground.
Ray was already standing. Spirit looked around curiously.
“Earthquake _ the feeling of being in one of this is as such, though it may vary in intensity,” explained Ray.
“Why… Earthquake _ why does one of this happen and why now ? ” questioned Lance.
“Earthquake _ of this, it has happened before, 20 years ago. Rare _ earthquakes are of this and the reason they happen is because Nature always, ALWAYS tries to seek equilibrium, which is a type of balance; and when this balance is upset, the forces of Nature reacts and responds with all her might. Nature _ the force of this is so powerful that masses of land can be caused to shift and collide with each other, thereby causing earthquakes,” Ray explained further.
“Cause _ what is it of this that resulted in the imbalance of Nature just now ? ” asked Lance.
“Know _ I do not of this of the specific cause but maybe we shall be able to find out soon, as it will be no small matter and it will be quite obvious,” admitted Ray.
The trio resumed their journey, harassed by mild aftershocks. At noon, they stopped to rest and have lunch. After a two-hour rest, they resumed their journey eastward. The many cotton-looking cumulus clouds had begun to take form up above; providing the trio with a temporary shade from the hot sun. Ray looked at the clouds and estimated that they would have about five hours before the clouds developed into cumulonimbus clouds easily twice the height of an average mountain. These clouds would then send down gusting winds and lashing rain that were so typical of the nights of Wet Season. He knew that the lifespan of a cumulonimbus cloud was approximately two hours, with half an hour of development stage, half an hour of heavy downpour and one hour of dissipation in the form of light rain. However, the dissipation of such a cloud would provide enough moisture to develop another of its kind and the cycle would repeat itself. The overall effect would be relentless rain lasting the entire night.
After two and a half hours of travelling, they stopped to set up camp for the night. Half an hour was spent on foraging for food and the driest of woods that they could find; and another half an hour was required to build a makeshift tent, using the long roll of black canvas that Ray had strung across his back. That left another one and a half hours for Lance’s martial arts training, less than ideal as far as Ray was concerned, but Nature had not left him much choice.
One and a half hours later, Lance was sweating profusely from practising the Cross Side Horse Kick. To execute this kick, Lance began by standing side-ways facing an imaginary opponent. He then moved his rear leg forward across the back of his front leg, lifted his front leg in a curled knee position and finally, extended it explosively towards that imaginary opponent. As Lance wiped the sweat of his brow, a flash of lightning cut across the darkening sky and the shattering sound of thunder came a few moments later. Ray stopped Lance’s lesson and Lance hurried off to the nearby stream to clean up. A quarter of an hour later, the first wave of violent outbursts from the clouds above hit their little makeshift tent, which was water-proof as the
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