Clement stood on the beach, close enough so the water could touch the toes of his knee-high boots if it really tried, but not so close so that he would soon find himself with wet boots. It was further up the beach than usual, even for high tide. His metallic, gold gaze was set out to the north-western horizon. There, ominous, was a solid sheet of slate colored clouds. From it dropped pillars of clouds that many would mistake for harmless upside-down towers, but Clement knew better.
They were pillars of the raging storm creating dangerous cages on the surface of the ocean. It was beautiful from this distance, but Clement felt the muscles in his back tighten in awe and fear. If one of those pillars touched land, the ground beneath it would immediately turn to molten rock, the air near it in a half-mile radius would come alive with energy, and any poor soul unfortunate enough to be near by would be knocked into disembodied state for at least a week. If it the person was a mere child, or an elder, it was more likely the disembodied state would be permanent.
Clement's face showed none of this, instead, it was straight, tinged with a grimness, and dashed with a mere sprinkle of ire. He lifted his gloved hand, and pushed his fingers through his bangs and back into scruffy, black locks of hair. The creature that generated that storm was chasing something, someone. It was likely to be a boat, but Clement could never be sure. He could tell it was hunting, or on a war path, because when he looked directly west, there was a stark line where the slate-clouds ended, and instead a rolling, softer blanket of vibrant satsuma and warm primrose stretched out toward the south.
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