Excerpt

Hellheart
The midnight sky was an orchestra from Hell. Lightning whipped across the sky with the fury of snapped violin strings as the bellowing whale song of thunder shook the ground below. Icy rain fell into the sea which surged against the cliffs to the beat of an idiot metronome. Upon a spire of rock that jutted from the churning waters there stood a lone watchtower. It was the last remnant of a long-forgotten city, its pock-marked stones, the scars that held the tales of countless years facing the harshness of the sea. Against the brunt of the storm, upon the seaward balcony, Maia stood staring into the sky. Despite the violence of the storm Maia remained unphased and although her long hair writhed in the wind the rain did not touch her; instead fizzing into steam against an invisible sphere of magic that surrounded her.
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