Wind Dance: Fantasy

The wind dance was late that year, and Zula knew that the winds would sweep the sands harshly because of it, ravaging crops and killing travelers on the road, instead of lying quietly except during the certain times when she would dance the wind awake. Because the wind was a living thing, and dance it must, or it would die...but before it died it would go mad in its dreams, and sleeping, would roll across civilization and destroy everything in its death spasms. They hadn't believed that, and that was why the wind dance was late. The other dancers were dead, slaughtered in their dwellings, by idiots who thought they were evil witches that brought the winds down on people from maliciousness. It wounded Zula down to her soul when she realized that was what people thought, but she never would have believed they could be so evil. Her people were slaughtered. Only the babies too young to understand had been taken instead.


Inspiration: This photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/ka_ba/6697275415/
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Now this is an interesting take on it. And I think having her choose some path to rebuild things instead of taking direct vengeance would also be good. Oh, and the winds *are* alive.