Struck

Basically my idea on Audra's origins. This si weird even by my standards. You have been warned.

Story
Clouds gathered thickly over the land of Nigeria, the people who live there could see all of them bunch up in one small area, them darkening, and lightning moving through the clouds but never striking anywhere. The people below had no explanation as to why it was doing that, the names Amaya Thunder and Barak Lightning were spoken in fearful whispers and then the subject was dropped. It appeared as if something dangerous and terrifying was occurring, when in reality, all that was happening was a naturual occurrence.

Amaya Thunder was happy, at age fifty she was uncertain this day would ever come to pass, but here it was. Her son had finally decided he wanted a child.

The storm clouds were melding together. "Would you like a son or a daughter?" Amaya asked Barak, never turning her head from the scene. She always loved watching it unfold.

"I suppose a daughter." Barak grumbled. He did want a child, and it was finally time for him to have one. He decided on a daughter because he was sure if he chose a son he would be just like him and he wasn't sure how he would be able to handle that. Maybe a daughter would be more like his mother. He hoped so anyway.

The clouds began to take shape, forming a cloud baby. "Now's the time Barak, are you ready?" Amaya asked her son, her voice barely above a whisper.

Barak nodded, though he was nervous. Soon there would be no going back, and he'd have a daughter.

Amaya nudged him a few seconds later. Barak reached out and took the cloud baby. the moment he held it in his hands, the clouds dispersed, leaving a small, healthy baby girl in his arms. She had a fuzz of dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes, tiny little horns, and miniature dew claws on the back of her calves.

"She's so beautiful." Amaya breathed, stroking the child's hair. "What will you name her?" She asked.

"Name her?" Barak repeated dumbly. He was still trying to process that he was holding a baby, his offspring, and how delicate and sweet she was. She was nothing like him.

"The baby needs a name Barak. Everyone needs a name." Amaya said, with a touch of amusement in her voice.

"Ah yes...um..." Barak tore his gaze away from the baby, looking over his home, as if hoping a name would just pop into his mind. And it did.

"Audra." He whispered, looking back down at the baby, who smiled at her father, before falling asleep.

"Audra it is." Amaya said with finality.

And so the family went back into their cloud-mansion, only now the twosome was three.