Maia was awoken from a dreamless sleep by the onslaught of a violent ocean storm. The window shutters had surrendered to the battering of the wind and clattered unconsciously against the walls of her tower. Adopting a thick gown, Maia rose from her bed to secure them, lighting the sconces with a simple cantrip as she rubbed her eyes. The snap of her fingers illuminated the room and the intoxicating smell of freshly melted wax filled the air. As she reached the window Maia stared at the storm above, transfixed with a premonition that paralysed her body.
The storm was otherworldly, the midnight sky cracked with lashes of purple lightning and the moaning wind held ghostly voices. The storm seemed to ooze a liquid darkness which shrouded Maia, causing her to drop to her knees. Every muscle in her body cramped up and memories of her tortured past plagued her mind. Suddenly the storm died, and Maia’s spasms ceased just as quick.
She lay in the foetal position for a few moments before steadily finding her feet. She dusted herself off and walked out onto the small balcony, looking over the ancient graveyard of a sunken city. The raindrops had stopped in the air like hanging crystals and she passed her hand among them causing tiny, watery detonations. The hairs on her skin stood on end as a flash of lightning calmly forked in the clouds in slow motion and Maia saw every electric vein burst into life as it sluggishly exploded in the clouds. The moment of wonder passed as Maia remembered the last time she had felt this phenomenon. The day the world changed, and life as she knew it was lost.