• tab A terrible howling gale rang through the hills as streaks of electricity flashed across the blackness above, lighting the scene in purple. The murk that had once been solid ground sloshed about as a fearful child fled from the raging weather. He was drenched clean through his thick, unruly, black hair and his bulky turtleneck, but he ran on still, squinting just one of his deep brown eyes in an attempt to see through the pounding rain. He could hear the voice again, so clear, so pure above the angry sky.
    tab "Help us…" it called out, echoing across the land and implanting itself into the boy’s head. He could not ever forget that voice.