C34 A Perfect Storm

The moon turned black.

Not the moon itself—but the clouds that gathered to shroud it, smothering the lunar light, eclipsing the world around them. Kailan looked up, watching the matted clouds collect at the threads, joined together to ripple the sky with a dark dusky gloom. His clouds. His sky.

"I hate this," he hissed to himself as a distant rumble rolled in on the horizon