The Light-Storm legacy

The world had changed since the Lightstorm.

No one knew how it started—one moment, it was just a regular storm in the skies above, and the next, the heavens split open, showering the earth with beams of strange light. Cities crumbled, technology failed, and a new, eerie silence settled over everything.

Tara had lived through it all. She had been sitting at her desk in her high-rise apartment when the Lightstorm first struck. Her computer screen flickered violently before going dark. Then the strange glow started spreading from the sky. People panicked, screaming in the streets as the lights touched them, but those caught in its path weren’t harmed. Not physically, anyway.

The world that emerged after the storm was no longer the one she knew. Those touched by the light weren’t the same—some became lethargic, barely speaking or moving. Others developed powers beyond belief. Tara was one of the latter.

She discovered her ability the morning after the storm while walking through the wreckage of her neighborhood. Her hand brushed against a broken streetlight, and to her surprise, the shattered glass and twisted metal reformed beneath her touch. At first, she thought it was just her mind playing tricks, but it happened again. And again.

She wasn’t the only one. Across the city, others like her were emerging—people who could control elements, manipulate objects, or even warp time itself. Some saw it as a gift, others as a curse. Tara wasn’t sure what it was yet. But she knew one thing: in this new world, survival meant embracing the changes.

A new order began to form, splitting the survivors into two groups. The Enforcers, those who believed their powers should be used to restore control and maintain order, and the Freethinkers, those who wanted to use their abilities to break free from the old system and create something entirely new.

Tara remained caught in between. She had no interest in ruling over anyone, but she also didn’t trust the reckless destruction the Freethinkers advocated. She wandered the crumbling city alone, using her abilities quietly, helping those in need. But the tension between the two factions was growing, and a confrontation was inevitable.

It wasn’t until Tara found a group of children hiding in an abandoned subway station that she realized her purpose. These children had been untouched by the light, left powerless in a world that demanded strength. They reminded her of the world before the Lightstorm, of innocence and hope. She knew then what she had to do: protect them at all costs.

As the battle between the Enforcers and Freethinkers loomed, Tara prepared to take her stand. She wasn’t fighting for power or rebellion. She was fighting for a future—one where the light wouldn’t define their humanity.

“The Lightstorm Legacy”