He was such an angry, fierce god. He struck the city of Pentilon, his city of worship, with storms for years. When you were born, he knew he felt the connection with you. He watched you grow and grow up until your adult years, always easing his rage the second he saw you outside, the storm easing. His deep, rough voice called out for you in the storm, and you had no clue on who he was, what he was. You were his ray of sunshine, and he will never let you go.