Three days of darkness.

Five months of roaring thunder.

A year of pouring rain.

It seems to get worse, yet the storm is only coming to and end.

People are dying. Every darkening hour, another falls.

The corpses eyes burned out, their flesh turned to ash, their charred bones the only thing left as the winds takes away the rest.

Screams and wails are heard clearly through the blackness taking over the kingdom. Each one crying out for a lost love. Each one screaming as they are chased by death.

Shadows roam the streets, each with their own orders. Some ordered to kill. Some ordered to save. Some commanded by the man with red eyes, the creator of the storm. Some commanded by the girl with voices in her head, the companion of the shadows.

The palace is calm, danger lurking around every corner. The King, alone in his chambers with the corpse of his dead wife by his side, doesn't notice. The red eyes of the Kings killer watch from the corner of the room as he wakes, a devious smirk spreading across its face as the Kings eyes land on the dark shadow.

Ten heartbeats.

One echoing scream.

Silence.