Storm over the Sky Clan
681 Words
The sky wasn’t supposed to look like that.
Even from a distance, I could see it—dark clouds swirling unnaturally, twisting into each other like something alive.
“That’s not natural…” I whispered.
“It isn’t,” Aeris said grimly.
For the first time since I met him, the
Falcon prince looked… shaken.
And that alone was enough to make my chest tighten.
We didn’t waste any time.
The moment we left the Deer Clan’s ruins, Aeris took the lead, guiding us toward the Falcon territory.
The wind grew stronger the closer we got.
Not the gentle kind.
Violent.
Sharp.
Like it was trying to push us away.
“…They’re already there,” Kael muttered.
By the time we arrived—
It was chaos.
The Falcon Clan’s domain, once floating peacefully above the cliffs, was breaking apart.
Massive stone platforms cracked and fell into the abyss below.
Gale-force winds tore through everything, ripping structures apart like paper.
And in the middle of it all—
Figures moved in the storm.
Fast.
Precise.
Ruthless.
“Wolves,” Taika growled.
Aeris didn’t wait.
He leapt forward, his body moving with the wind as he launched himself into the battlefield.
“Stay close!” Solren ordered.
I tried to keep up, but everything felt overwhelming.
The wind.
The destruction.
The screams.
This wasn’t like before.
This wasn’t just fear.
This was war.
A scream cut through the storm.
I turned just in time to see one of the Falcon warriors get thrown into the air—only to be slammed back down by an unseen force.
My breath hitched.
“…Gravity?” I whispered.
Kael’s voice came from beside me.
“Psychic manipulation.”
My stomach dropped..
The Wolf Clan’s power.
“They’re controlling the battlefield…” I said.
“Exactly,” Kael replied calmly. “And we walked right into it.”
A sudden gust nearly knocked me off balance.
Before I could fall—
A hand grabbed my arm.
“Careful,” Taika said, pulling me closer to him.
My heart skipped.
“I’m fine—” I started.
“Stay behind me.”
His tone left no room for argument.
Why… does he keep doing that?
A loud crash echoed ahead.
I looked up.
At the center of the floating platforms stood a massive structure—
The Falcon Temple.
And it was collapsing.
“…No,” Aeris’ voice echoed, filled with panic.
We rushed forward
Too late
The temple shattered.
And from within—
A glowing indigo light rose into the air.
Beautiful.
Terrifying.
“The Tempest Prism Stone…” I whispered.
Several figures cloaked in darkness surrounded it.
Wolves.
“Stop them!” Solren commanded.
Taika charged forward, the ground beneath him rising as he manipulated the earth even mid-air, creating platforms to reach them.
Riven’s flames ignited, cutting through the storm.
Nerion summoned water from the moisture in the air, forming blades that shot toward the enemies.
Eryndor stayed back—his green light supporting and shielding.
And me?
I stood there.
Frozen.
“…Move,” I whispered to myself.
But my body wouldn’t listen.
A Wolf stepped forward, reaching for the Indigo Stone.
Aeris screamed—
“NO!”
And just like that—
The light vanished.
Silence.
Then—
The storm stopped.
Everything froze.
The winds died.
The clouds stilled.
And then—
They changed.
The sky… darkened.
Not like night.
Something worse.
Something unnatural.
Aeris dropped to his knees.
“…It’s gone…”
The Falcon Clan’s power—
Gone.
I felt it too
Something in the air had shifted.
Like the world itself had just… weakened.
“They’re faster than we thought,” Solren said.
His voice was low.
Tense.
Kael let out a quiet chuckle.
“…You’re still underestimating them.”
I turned to him.
“…What do you mean?”
His eyes met mine.
Cold.
Certain.
“This isn’t just war,” he said.
“…It’s a takeover.”
A chill ran down my spine.
Two stones.
Gone.
Just like that.
And somehow…
I knew this was only going to get worse.
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