A lightning tore the firmament of the sky and struck the troubled sea with a deafening crash. The waves piled up, foamed and raged and destroyed everything that stood in their way. Dark clouds obscure the sky threateningly. Thunder was constantly vibrating through the air. It was like the world was ending. Like the clouds are trying to devour the sun. Like the sea is trying to conquer the land. In a way, it was.

A woman, small and inconspicuous in the raging storm that threatened to tear everything apart, stood on a rocky ledge on the steep cliffs. Just out of reach of the metre-high waves, which beat wildly and unbridled against the hard rock. Sea foam splashed up to her and covered her face with small droplets, which lit up like delicate crystals with each flash. Seemingly composed, she watched the roaring ocean, her simple white dress fluttering violently in the wind. The gaze from her eyes, which displayed every shade of blue imaginable in the sea, wandered into the distance. And in spite of her easily overlooked figure in the face of the raging storm, in spite of her ruffled hair that seemed just as white as her dress, in spite of her absent expression, she radiated something graceful and royal.

The reason for this was that this woman was none other than Audra, the goddess of the sea. Despite the thunderstorm that stripped her of all control over her own territory, she seemed calm, almost expectant of something. Before long, someone appeared before her in a flash of lightning. The newcomer overshadowed Audra by a lot, his coarse, massive body made her appear even smaller and more delicate. His wild, dark hair, the unkempt full beard, as well as his dark eyes flashed by lightning intensified the contrast between the two. A barbaric warrior standing next to a noble goddess.

"Myrosk. " A statement. Audra did not even have to raise her voice for the authority and power in it to drown out the thunder in the background, making it seem unimportant. "Audra. " Her counterpart, Myrosk, managed to make even her name drizzle with ridicule and contempt. "What is this, one last desperate attempt to stop me?" A roaring laughter echoed through the storm, mingled with the deafining noise of the waves, the crash of the thunder, and the frightening howl of the wind. Triumph sparkled in his eyes, in which the same storm that seemed to tear the world apart raged. He stared at Audra. She returned his gaze calmly, not willing to look away for even a split second. Myrosk's laughter again sounded, but this time it was quieter. "I have destroyed all the gods who have turned against me. All the demigods who have dared to rebel against me have become ashes. All the armies that men have sent out in their hopeless fight against my warriors have been trampled to the ground. And you, dear sister, you want to stop me?"

"You forget that I, too, am one of the old gods. Just like you, I have been on this world since the beginning of time. The gods you destroyed were former demigods we had created. They weren't nearly as powerful as we are. Not nearly as powerful as I am. " Now she glanced at him defiantly. Myrosk looked down upon her, both metaphorically and figuratively. He didn't see a threat in her. However, now that she had rebelled against him, she had to die.

Myrosk stretched out his hand and a spear appeared in it. The handle was made of simple, dark wood, in which lightning patterns were engraved. The big metal tip crackled with electricity. Slowly he raised his spear. He tasted the moment. It was the first time he'd ever kill someone almost equal to him. The power he would gain was beyond his imagination. After Audra was dead, he would be truly invincible.

As fast as the lightning that followed him everywhere, he struck. Seemingly effortlessly, the spear's shaft passed through Audra's heart. When he struck, for the first and last time, a fleeting expression of fear darted across her face. White luminous liquid, the blood of the gods, poured on the sharp-edged stones of the ledge. Audra gasped, the only sign of the torment she suffered. Yet she smiled. The sound of the sea, although it was no longer under her control, calmed her down. As well as knowing that she had won.

Myrosk took a step backwards when he saw the well-known expression of victory shining in his sister's eyes. Suddenly a stabbing pain passed through him. He looked down on himself. Blue glowing cracks slowly worked up his arms, bringing unknown suffering with them. "What have you done to me?" he hissed between gritted teeth. "Penyre and her people have created a spell to bind you to the bottom of the deepest pit of the sea. " Tortured, Audra grimaced and took a rattling breath. "The price for this is my life. All I had to do was to rely on your arrogance. " She paused again. Then she whispered, "You dug your own grave, brother. " Her voice was as weak as herself. The strength with which she had been able to hold herself up until now had now completely left her. Exhausted, she sank to the hard rock.

"You. . . bitch!" Myrosk snorted bitterly. The blue cracks now appeared on his face as well. "You may have won now, but you can't hold me forever. I'll come back!" The pain grew worse and worse, and with it his anger kept growing. "Can you hear me?" he yelled angrily. "I'll be back!" Then his figure dissolved and he was gone, his cry not even having faded yet.

The thunderstorm stopped immediately, the raging waves calmed down slowly. Even the almost black clouds gradually receded. Despite the fact that Myrosk was banished, Audra did not find peace. Because he was right. She could not hold him forever. Eventually, even if it took millennia, he would be free again. Audra had been the only one willing to sacrifice herself for the survival of the world. If she was gone, who would stop Myrosk? That was her last thought, before all the air escaped from her lungs with a soft sigh, before the brightness of her unusually blue eyes disappeared and Audra stared at the sky. The godess laid still on the ground, the roar of the sea the only noice. As if the world itself had held its breath for a moment to mourn the loss of Audra. A few seconds of silence passed, then Audra's body, the mortal shell in which she had contained her divine being, began to fade. White shimmering blood was the only thing that testified to the atrocity that had taken place on that cliff. Soon the wind began to howl again and the seagulls screamed as if nothing had ever happened.