The Thunder ran through the house like a hyperactive two-year old. Which, of course, he was. Gaea looked up sharply, causing the mountain she was working on fill with magma. “Thunder!” She yelled out. Yelling was the only way you could get his attention. Thunder liked loud noises. “Slow down! And you too Lightning!” Gaea had not seen Thunder’s twin, but it was a sure bet that, whenever Thunder dashed around, Lightning was five steps ahead of him. Gaea sighed. Sometimes raising natural forces could be a pain.