SerenityAngel
...the Story Teller
The skies had raged with a mighty story upon an island on its own that, unknowingly to the humans that resided upon this large island, was a common center point of the mystic realm. The humans believe they are alone on this island and their world consists of the human residence and it is a peaceful life, but upon this night everything will change for the children of this island and when morning sun shines upon their young faces everything shall be reshaped. The wind howled and whipped the trees and homes that withstood the torrential rain pouring down to replenish and change the transforming land. There is more than a simple storm raging. The humans could not see the events that were occurring outside their windows for fear of being caught in its rage. The mighty waves of the sea grew larger and stronger as the wind sped and turned to make the water crash hard against the soft sand of the beaches and the sharp rocks of the cliffs and caves that marred the island's beautiful face. There was anger, rage, sadness, bewilderment under the cover of this storm as it raged the whole night through. Upon the morning sun's first light the children were the first to wake to the sounds of calm waters, screeching seagulls and calm summer breezes.
