A/N: Thank you for reading this! I would like to say that you have discovered a good work of fanfiction, but I'll leave you guys to decide that I hope you love it! I appreciate readers more than you know, but I am also a fanfiction reader, so feel free to direct me to your own works. If you like it, tell others, and if you don't like it, tell me! Thanks-Dex :)
A/N: Because all stories deserve an option between a deliciously dark ending and a beautifully bright ending, choose which one you want to read by the time you finish chapter 13, or both
Chapter 1
A/N: This is the chapter where I had the most fun with the descriptions. It's pretty obvious that I did, too.
Far out to sea, a thunderstorm raged. Pounding rain and screaming wind whipped around what little scenery it had: A stone structure, best described as a pillar, far out to sea.
Almost foolishly, it seemed, the top of this structure poked at the base of the already furious thunderheads. Lightning danced, adding a dangerous light show to the howling wind orchestra, all around the pillar, playing with it. Thunder rumbled; lighting flashed; wind whipped at every surface.
Anyone who saw the ocean below would never again see water as peaceful. Waves slapped down hard on the base of the pillar, attacking it, as determined to topple it as the wind above.
Suddenly, the after one last slap, the ocean calmed to an eerie glass-like stillness.
All sounds faded; the lightning continued.
Three ribs of unnatural light began creeping up the pillar from the ocean, like a plant with a hunger for the sky. Halfway up, the lightning dimmed and stopped raging as well, but the ribs continued climbing.
Finally, the light reached the top. A pulsing began in the three ribs. They pulsed at different frequencies, each speeding up as it throbbed. Hypnotizingly, rhythmically, the unnatural light flashed through the ribs of the pillar, building up power as it went, sucking the power from its only source: the water below.
Bad things happen when the pulses match up.
Then the pulses matched up.
For a split second, nothing happened: Then, a beam of light almost the diameter of the pillar itself shot skyward into the clouds. Absorbing the energy, the clouds glowed as they swelled; then, refining the power of the waves into a single bloodred lightning bolt, a ripping, twanging sound filled the air as it struck the pillar.
A moment ago there had been nothing; then there had been a scarlet bolt of light; now, a man in black robes stood on the column, his hood casting his face into deepest shadow. Within moments the ribs lit up with a fiery red light, this time heading back towards the ocean. Slowly, the waves began to slap the pillar as before.
Apparently there had been a trapdoor beneath the man's feet, because he descended into the shadowy threshold. Within moments, it was as if nothing had ever happened.