Excerpt from Sarin of Fidelwhist

I will probably never finish writing this book, but last nights massive storm encouraged me to post this.


You know a storm is going to be big when you can hear it coming, this is how it was for the town of Lascriven. The lightning was so big it lit up the whole night sky in silver. Between the lightning the sky flickered from red to pink to blue and back again. The thunder so loud that your whole body shook with it and left you momentarily deaf. The people of Lascriven lined the streets to witness the great spectacle that was baring down on them, but when the rains hit they quickly raced inside and bolted their doors. It fell so hard and so fast it was amazing it didn't tear the flesh from their backs. Sarin alone remained to watch, while the others ran in fear he was entranced by the storm as if it were calling to him. He walked to the top of the cliff above where the waves crash hard upon the rocks of the cliff's face and there he stood marveling in the power that the gods commanded. One boy alone in the storm.
The lightning and thunder so close together now that it was difficult to tell one from the other. The lightning bolts branched out across the sky like the root of some great tree. Sarin called out to the night sky, 'I do not fear you,' the storm deaf to his cry, raged on. 'Do you hear me? I am not afraid.' At the completion of his sentence a lightning bolt shot forth from the sky and struck Sarin where he stood causing him to collapse on the ground. He was not conscious to witness the lightning set fire to the village, the flames roared through the streets, burning the buildings so quickly as if they were made of straw. Sarin never actually heard the horrific screams of all the people trapped bolted inside there homes, but somehow those screams penetrated his dreams. When he awoke nothing but rubble remained of the town of Lascriven. Sarin alone had survived.