Gaia looked down at the lion-like sea in silence. She remembered her times in her mortal body.

“How did it begin?” she whispered. With those words, images flooded through her head of the beginning of the end of suffering.

The sun pierced through the ghostly cloud. It singed the already scorched lands and fought off any drop of water. Gaia stared at the Rain Maker plans; “These plans were going to save the world as we know it,” she whispered. The more she read about Katrina (the original creator of the rain maker), the more she took her as a friend.

A week later, she decided that she had to do something. She knew she was the next rain maker…

Piece by piece, Gaia constructed the rain maker very carefully. Slowly but surely, it came together. Now all she needed was a plane but where would she find one? It’s not like there was a shop she could go to.

Her eyes fell upon a set of map coordinates at the top of the page (14, 21).

“This is it; I will find a plane,” she said with great excitement.

Tracing her finger across the coordinates, Gaia found herself close to an abandoned submarine but the closer she got, the more it seemed like a home — a submarine home, but still… a home. She walked around to the entrance and there standing proudly was a beautiful plane…

She jumped at the plane clutched the joystick and… she was flying. Higher and higher, closer to the clouds than ever; she could save

the world.

Bang! Water pirates swarmed the air like mosquitoes, bullets firing, nets loosening, and engines spluttering out oil and gas. Where were they coming from? Gaia’s eyes fell upon the biggest cloud she had ever seen in years. This was her chance.

She pulled the joystick back and switched the rain maker on. One shot, two shots, three — all hitting her in the chest. She was continuing to fly over the cloud when she fell asleep.

Her body had gone, yet she was still conscious. Her pain had gone.

A small ball of angelic light floated towards her.

“Katrina?” Gaia whispered.

“Yes. You are a hero Gaia. Look behind you,” Katrina hummed.

The ocean had returned; the rain maker had worked.

She had done it.

“Now you are done here; let me guide you home.”