Sometimes it was hard to tell whether a storm was natural or of a more magical origin. This time though it was blatantly obvious, as fantastical beasts that normally could withstand a regular storm ran and hid, and people with magic running through their blood now suddenly found their magicka drained completely.
Something sinister was going on here, something even beyond the usual minor villain cooking up some storms and disasters to pester the rest of the population.
No, someone very powerful (or someone who managed to acquire a very powerful relic) was behind this. And someone with that sort of power was unlikely to stop with the calling of a storm.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
