The crashing waves against the rocks made it all but impossible to hear anything outside of it. I could feel the bass of it vibrate through my body despite the shivering from the cold spray. My eyes were fixed on the shining lights out in the dark storm before me.
“Hello?” a voice called from behind me. It was barely audible between the waves.
I didn’t bother replying. I knew they would come up.
“Are you okay, sir?” the voice called again, this time much closer.
I looked over my shoulder to see the owner of the voice belonged to a small man. He was thin with dark hair, and he struggled to climb the rocks. I turned my attention back to the lights. Another minute passed, and he was right beside me, shielding his face from the spray. I could see the markings on his shirt that identified him as one of the King’s Guard.
“Hey!” he yelled, this time I could hear the desperation in his voice. “What are you doing out here? It’s dangerous.”
“I’m waiting,” I replied.
“Waiting for what?” he asked.
“He should be here soon,” I replied.
“It’s not safe out here. The storm is coming. We should go back. We can wait for your father someplace dry.”
I shook my head. “You should leave.”
“I can’t leave without you,” he said.
“You won’t want to be here when my father arrives,” I replied.
“Who is your father?” he pressed.
“He’ll be here in a few minutes, and he’s pissed already. You need to go. Trust me,” I replied.
“We can talk about this when I get you inside some shelter. This storm is getting stronger, we need to go now.”
The wind picked up suddenly. I could feel it lifting me off the rocks. A scream called out from below me mixed in the waves. I turned my head to look at the guard but found I was alone again. A smile crept across my face as I moved higher.
“What have you done?” my father’s voice boomed around me.
“I, the bastard son of Skimlintar, God of Storms, and a swamp witch, have freed the Six, Father,” I called back. “I have tipped the scales once more.”
The sky darkened further, and lightning streaked across the sky.
“You don’t know what you’ve done,” Skimlintar cried.
“I have released those unfairly imprisoned by you and your kin. I have rebalanced the light and the dark. I have made it so you and your kin will be held accountable for all that you’ve done!” I screamed.
A sinister laugh rang out from around me as I felt the power billowing up within. Darkness swallowed me as I heard Skimlintar cry out. I felt the wind lessening as I descended out of the cloud of black, training my eyes onto the fight between them. Lamort, The Fury, extended herself into the clouds, the lightning illuminating only the sky around it.
“Goodbye, Father. We’ll send your regards to the others soon enough,” I called into the sky as my feet landed on the rock once more.
Once final, guttural roar emanated from the storm before the darkness swallowed it entirely. I watched as the darkness shrank back down into the shape of a woman that landed soundlessly beside me.
“Now for the others,” Lamort said. “We must have the others.”
“And so you shall,” I replied with a grin.