The Tempest
Apr 29th, 2021 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The trees about Raoul start to strain on their top masts and branches. Fog flees, a great wind comes, a storm too.
Raoul continues his walk, waiting, patient. Ever aware of the menace about him. The sky about him blackens. Cold winds herald the approaching storm before him, devouring and chasing back the once settled fog bank.
Mountains now appear in the distance. He eyes the storm dancing down their peaks, dragging the the veil of night with them and…the frozen tempest coming.
Over the drone of the wind, Raoul distinctly hears the Watcher in the Woods growl, ‘Raoul!’
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