Thundar Stormstrider's Arc

Chapter 1 of 10

Thundar Stormstrider walked into the wall of quiet. His storm crashed around him, loud and wet, the way it had always been. He moved because moving was the only shape he knew. Somewhere ahead waited a peak above all clouds and rain, and he meant to find it, even if finding it ended him. Then the rain stopped. Not faded. Stopped. One step soaked, the next step dry. The ground split beneath his boots, half-flooded on one side, bare sand on the other. A low ridge ran along the seam like a scar, marking the exact line where his weather died. Thundar looked back. His storm hung behind him in a clean wall, sliced flat, with soft pink light bleeding through the top edge where the calm began. A few last drops clung to his shoulders and refused to fall. He felt thin. He felt heard by nothing. Then something tugged. Ahead, far past the dry line, a huge thundercloud stood pulled back on itself, crackling and bright, drawing him forward by a string he could not see. His legs moved before he agreed. He crossed the seam. The storm stayed behind.