Caelum, Harbinger of Storms
“Captain, wake up!” first mate Sune said, shaking Captain Trollux. It was the dead of night, and their ship rocked gently.“What is it, son?” The captain grasped for his glasses, hand instinctively touching his bald spot as if checking to see if hair had grown in the night.
“It’s the Harbinger, sir.”
Trollux’s heart stopped. It couldn’t be. He dashed out of his bunk and up the stairs, blinded by the silver light in the sky. Caelum eyed him, its mane flying in the salty wind.
“Wake the others,” he said.
For when Caelum showed himself, it could mean only one thing: a storm brewed, and death was close.