



The sky above cracked and thundered with power. The clouds were rolling past, and they were dark, much darker than usually seen in the warm season. Unnatural arcs of lightning painted the sky with flickers of aquatic green. The lightning reached from one end of the storm to the other while a young native stood next to her mother and shielded her eyes from the flashes. The wind whipped around her, flipping her hair to the side and coaxing smoke from the nearby offering straight into her face. She breathed in the odor and coughed, it was the first time she’d ever been to an offering and she hadn’t expected it to smell so… odd. The spices burning on the altar smelled bitter and hot, yet she couldn’t decide whether it was a foul or pleasant scent. She wrinkled her nose anyways and tried leaning into the fresh air as the direction of the winds changed once more and pulled the cloud of smoke another way.

And then the winds died. Confused, she looked around. The altar still burned with incense but the waves had ceased and no longer crashed against the rocks. In fact the entire sea looked as still and smooth as a looking glass. She followed the smoke as it billowed up to the rumbling sky that continued to roll past, the only thing she could see that hadn’t stopped. But no, they weren’t rolling past, were they? Her gaze followed the clouds as they moved silently out over the waters, so smooth and quick it could’ve been a painting or a dream. It looks as though the clouds… are they circling something? Another loop of lightning even greater than before flashed and raced from cloud to angry cloud, lighting up everything now except the large dark hole opening up at the center of the storm.

An awesome fear arose within as her hand searched for that of her mother’s beside her. The thing descended from the firmament, it’s dark and cyclopean silhouette barely visible through the cloudy veil, illuminated somehow by that now constant ethereal glow. A freezing cold chill made it’s way down her spine as the creature sank towards the earth slowly. And for a moment, as the enormous thing fell from above, time seemed to grow viscous. It slowed almost to a stop as she tried to make out the thing’s features when a wave exploded in front of her bigger than one she’d ever seen in her life. The sound scared her and knocked her down, but her mother quickly pulled her up to her feet. The winds whipped around her again,tearing in all directions around her now. Full of terror and wonder she could not pull her eyes away from the thing in the distance hiding in the clouds, she could not look away until her mother’s voice broke the spell.

“Do not look away, my daughter” she said, “gaze upon the avatar of the storm, look to the leviathan and pray.”

And the girl didn’t look away. She didn’t breathe. She didn’t blink. The only thing she did, as her mother squeezed her hand and the terrible thing became visible on the horizon, was think a single thought. A single idea that struck her to the bone with dread as she realized it was the truest thought she had ever had in her entire short life. She swallowed as the thought repeated itself over and over in her head. “Our gods… they are not gods at all… Are they? No… they are simply… monsters.”

Story by Kyle Robidoux



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