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Even though she'd lived on the island all her life, she could honestly say that she would never get bored of watching the sun rise over the horizon. Miranda had sneaked away from her father this morning, like she did most mornings to watch the sun rise.
It was the favourite part of her day, sitting on a small rock and watching the sky change from the darkest blue to awe-inspiring reds, yellows, oranges and eventually turn the bluest blue. It was always blue here, never a murky grey or a horrid brown.
The wind was uncharacteristically strong, making goosebumps appear on her arms. She hadn't thought to wear anything other than her thin, white nightgown. The weather on the island was nearly always hot. Not stifling but warm enough that she didn't have to wear a cardigan. Even when it rained the sun still shone. It highlighted every droplet and created vivid rainbows.
She had been sneaking up here as long as she could remember. She'd been caught many a time as well. When she was younger sometimes Ariel or one of the other spirits came to watch the sunrise with her. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they didn't and occasionally they would teach her the odd song. No longer did any of spirits come to sit with her though. Many had grown resentful over the fact they were enslaved and had promises broken by her father. They tended to stay far away from her, making her days long and lonely.
She stood abruptly. In the distance, coming closer with ever wave was a group of dark, forbidding clouds. Clustered together and spreading at an alarming speed. The sun, the beautiful, bright sun was gradually being covered by the heavy murk.
It was almost like a symphony. The drums in the sky roared and banged like clockwork. The storm grew and grew as if each newly formed cloud was a new instrument, some harmonizing with each other, some clashing horribly, fighting with each other, battling in the brand new composition. It continued. The noise grew. Louder than ever before. It vibrated the earth. The sea trembled with fear, widening its waves in an attempt to get away. Above the music one instrument raised above the rest. The single clap of a cymbal.
White light doused the island. Gone as quickly as it came. The very first strike of lightening. Miranda couldn't be sure where it hit. The light had almost blinded her. The sky seemed to rise like it was giving the lightening a standing ovation, a million people standing making the earth quiver. Fear blossomed in her chest. She retreated quickly, hypnotised by the destruction the storm was causing. Her body turned to run but her eyes were still locked on the sky, it gave a loud roar almost as if it was telling her to run.
And run she did.