Rolling purple clouds gather above the city, melding together with the darkness of night. The wind picks up, pushing against the windows which rattle in their frames. The world goes dark as the clouds cover everything in sight.

I open the door, but I remain at the threshold. No one is left on the streets, no one is brave or foolish enough to stay outside now. What many call around here “Nature’s Onslaught” is about to commence.

The drops start to fall, and the oncoming storm blasts a heavy smell of rain into my nostrils. Tiny droplets splash against my face as my hair is blown back. Raindrops patter down on the cobblestone, forming a river running along the street.

Tiny drops of water pour from the wet trees and plants in front of the smithy, causing the leaves to sway in rhythm with the thunderous beat of the rain.

I’d tuck my hands into the pockets of my jacket for a bit of extra comfort if my fingers wouldn’t be needed to hold on to the sword.

“Place it on the ground a few feet a