The horizon darkened with a sinister premonition as Horizon's Call sailed into a frightening expanse of tumultuous water. The sea was agitated and choppy. Above, a dark, foreboding sky hung loaded with clouds suggesting the approaching advent of rain and suggested a storm unlike any that had ever happened before.
Yet, even as the crew prepared for the fury of nature, a personal storm of fate raged inside them. It was a power that will finally drive every heart on board to confront its most deep realities.
Near the prow, Seraphine stood; the biting wind was blowing over her face, driving strands of her black hair to whip across it.
