"Everyone! Hold tight!" King Henri's voice soared against the loud crashing of waves and the cracking of thunder. Waves as big as mountains rose left and right as the fleet of Swan-led rafts navigated the stormy sea.
Thick and dark storm clouds gathered overhead, concealing the brightness of the afternoon sun. Though Amy couldn't tell if it was indeed afternoon. For all she knew, the sun could have already set. It was hard to tell under the cover of darkness.
Her heart rattled inside her chest as their small vessel rode the violent waves. For a terrified moment, Amy was glad that Geneva had made last-minute changes to the rafts. The King's sister used her mage powers to make smaller vines grow out of the bodies of their make-shift boats before their tiny fleet ventured into the storm.
