Beneath the Storm

RAIN SPLATTERED AGAINST THE DECK LIKE FRESH BLOOD IN THE NIGHT.

The storm's roar drowned out everything else. Darkness swallowed Sayo's vision, and thick clouds blocked any trace of moonlight. Yet, Sayo found himself doing what he always felt was the best thing to do in moments like this.

He started drawing.

Sayo clawed at the wood slats beneath him. Wet wood ripped and splintered away to form a crescent moon resting within the center of a circle. A smirk crept across Sayo's face—maybe this time, it would work. His breath came in ragged bursts; a reminder of the long journey through the storm to reach this hidden village. His brother had sent him here on his way to Axia Academy, and after weeks of battling cutting winds and relentless rain, Sayo was determined to end this storm.

The people here needed light.

Sayo needed light.

Despite the rumors, he silently hoped the clouds would part or perhaps someone might wake up and light one of the lanterns outside just long enough for him to inspect the moon-shaped rune he had engraved into the deck. Either this would be another failure, or—just maybe—this rune would make a wish come true.

That was the power of Lakia⸺Sorcery capable of making any wish a reality. No matter where you came from or how you lived, it was possible to wield such a power. Luckily for Sayo, its rules are simple. 

First, understand your soul.
Then, draw it!