Silverlight Terrace Rain or Shine (I)

He had remained near the coast. The ocean reminded him of home. It was all he knew. His journeys inland left him unsatisfied. Restless. He was lost. He was dying. But the ocean was home.

Kaylan slept on the open plateau. It was near the ocean and it was high ground. It made him feel safe rather than exposed. He was cruelly awoken by a sudden storm. It lit a fire inside of him. It took him back to that night. Brought back fear. He was quick to replace it with rage. His survival depended upon fearlessness. He snapped and snarled angrily at the rain at first. He only began to run when it did not relent.

He passed through a forest as he ran. It provided shelter. He knew this. But he felt blind and so he continued to run until it gave way to open plains. There was a wall of sunlight up ahead. Kaylan did not question it and increased his speed to reach it. He burst through the wall of rain.

And immediately skidded to a stop. Two wolves stood before him. Danger. Kaylan did his best to appear bigger. Menacing. A low growl sounded from his throat and his eyes darted between them in challenge. I dare you to attack. You will not win. He was afraid. He masked it with anger and hostility.