The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants

The Worst is Yet To Come

Rowan the Creator had always loved watching as a storm built in the skies below him. He loved watching as the dark clouds seemed to coalesce into one large mass of storm clouds even as distant streaks showed the clear juxtaposition between the clear and dark clouds, like streaks of light against the building darkness.

And the winds swirled and buffeted him with strength, tossing strands of his hair around, feeling the cold chill of the winds no matter what season it was.

He loved smelling that rich, strong, almost electric scent that told him that lightning was building in the clouds, a prophecy that would always hold true as a sudden blast of lightning erupted against the dark heavens above him.

A play of light, too quick for most eyes to do more than get a quick glimpse of the expected trajectory.

And then, the low booming sound of thunder that usually followed after.

Perhaps it was not normal, this strange love of storms but he always supposed that it was just one of the we