The sea breeze blew your hair back as you stepped off the ship. After a long, tiring journey, you had finally reached the Moonrose Empire which comprised of a few small islands known as the Shadow Isles. You have heard rumours of the beautiful kingdom that supposedly practised dark magic.

Looking around, you could see deep blue waves lapping up against pristine black sand. Further up were rows and rows of pretty little huts that housed cafés and shops and the immigration centre.

Checking your bag, you made your way up the beach towards a white hut with the sign “immigration centre” written in large, bold letters. A blast of cool air hit you as you entered the immigration centre and you were rather surprised to be met with pleasant officers who were more than happy to help you.

“Have a nice stay,” one of the officers smiled, handing you your bags. “And you might want to get to your hotel as quickly as possible. It’s about to pour. If you’re lucky, you might meet the Empress. She loves walking down the streets in the rain, especially during thunderstorms.”

Hmmm interesting…

“Thank you,” you thanked, smiling as you grabbed your bags and slung them over your shoulder.

As you stepped out of the immigration centre, the dark grey split open and let its tears fall–fast and heavy. The deep blue water turned a dark grey-blue as the once gentle waves crashed against the solid black mass of wet sand. Lightning flashed as thunder roared, creating a beautiful scene that very few could appreciate.

No wonder the Empress loves storms.