Wrath of the Storm Father

Days after the Autumnal Equinox, on what was none other than a pristine evening in the earliest possible days of fall, the sky began to churn with black clouds and Charl’s growl filled the air. Children were pulled away from the edges of rivers, streams, ponds, lakes, bays, and the sea as dark indigo and silver shapes could be seen in the waters. Sea-green light seemed to lead the pack, but was it leading or being chased? The question was difficult for witnesses to answer.