That Sea Is Just A Gambler At Heart

"Siggy! Alarik? Hey, where are you guys!" Dómari's shouts were growing raspy and faint with each passing moment. A cold wind raced along the landscape and he shivered, eyeing the lightning in the distance that was the last remainder of a violent storm that had swept through not long ago. As he dove for cover he'd become separated from the rest of the family and now try as he might he couldn't seem to find them. He'd been swept up in the storm but he thought he hadn't gone that far but… well, nothing looked right, nothing looked right at all! Dómari started to cry.

Panic seized him and Dómari ran straight into the forest ahead. Surely his family had taken shelter there, right? Scrambling over twisted, gnarly roots and through thick vegetation he stumbled, sliding down a muddy incline into the darkness below.