NIGHT lay cloaked beneath the shadows of a raging storm. Thunder roared across the heavens like the growl of a mighty beast, each rumble echoing through the air and rattling the neighborhood. Thalia stood by the windowpane, watching as lightning split the sky into asymmetrical veins of silver, each flash momentarily turning the darkness into a blinding phantom of the night.
As thunder and lightning collided, the rain poured in torrents, the wind driving it sideways to lash against the trees until they bent low. Puddles swelled into streams, flooding the earth with the storm’s fury.
“The weather cries with the weight of its own turmoil,” Thalia murmured. “Does it, perhaps, mirror the fate of one bound to destiny?”
She shook her head with a bitter smile. Tomorrow would mark the beginning
