The Sky's Javelin

The storm is brewing.


Darkness surrounds you, like a heavy blanket, though it is not yet noon. The wind screams in your ears as your heart pounds in your chest.

You rush through the darkness to your home. Swiftly, the wind swirls around you. You know you'll never make it to your warm, safe shelter.

And, instantly, a deafening sound cracks into your ears. The thunder comes like a warning, summoning the ferocity of the storm. Your heart leaps into your throat in fear.

Breathing heavily, you try to calm yourself. You can't.

Something frigid slices down the back of your neck. Barely, you manage to stifle a scream. After you learn that it was only a raindrop, you calm down. A little.

For one small instant, the darkness vanishes. It is replaced by light. A bright light, lasting only for a millisecond. Lightning.

You continue surging home. Buckets of rain fall from the heavens, drenching you. You force yourself to turn your head and focus on something other than the your house as it slowly becomes closer.

In the distance lies the beach. Even through the haze, you can make out the beach. Over the ocean, shafts of lightning streak through the sky. Like the sky's javelins, they stab the ground. The blades of electricity wreak havoc across the sky, splitting open clouds, exploding into light.

With noise like never you have heard before, A bolt strikes the ground about thirty yards away from you. The electric shaft forks into dozens of smaller limbs. The light is blinding, and for a moment after the strike, all you see is white.

The lightning shocks you, both literally and metaphorically. Though it is too far away to injure you, when it strikes, you feel a small jolt.

Mouth agape, you stand there staring into the beyond before finally coming to. Suddenly, you feel adrenaline pump into your veins, and you sprint in no particular direction. Just... away.