She stood on the edge of a cliff overlooking a dark sea. Overhead, the clouds formed a gray blanket of destruction. With the flick of her wrist, a thread of golden lightning weaved in and out of the clouds. It was only then as she unleashed the rage of the storm upon the sea, did she spy the small boat. It struggled through the waves. A vague figure in red raced to the bow and waved their hands frantically. But the storm pounded on.
Rainwater turned her hair stringy and it whipped across her face. She squinted against the biting drops, each one stinging her skin. She desperately tried to calm the storm, but it was too late. All the anger she'd kept bottled up for three years seeped out with each crack of thunder. With each blaze of lightning. With each sorry little raindrop. She'd lost too much of herself to get it back. And now, an innocent would pay.
"STOP!" she screamed, twisting her top half around, trying to stop the storm. She would fix this. She had to.
But then, there was a clap of thunder so violent it shook the cliff. She fell to her knees hard, and stared in anguish up at the sky. She had caused this, her out of control emotions. A giant wave rolled across the sea. She could hear the scream of terror from the person on the boat.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, huddling against a boulder. She rest her forehead on her knees. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you."
yes
Is this the story we wrote after we read the tempest