The Sorceress of the Shimmering Veil

As sunlight filtered into the window basking the room in a soft golden light, Seraphina, still slightly groggy, woke up. She got out of bed and reluctantly opened the curtains to let more sunlight in.

She got dressed and was about to leave to get some breakfast downstairs, when she glanced at the window.

The streets were empty, save for a few people doing shopping and decorating.

Seraphina mentally shook herself. She thought she saw something else, but there was nothing out the ordinary so she assumed it was just a trick of the light and shrugged it off.

She went downstairs, but froze half way down.

She looked at the window, once, twice, and then for a third time and blinked.

Some people were running around screaming, while others remained where they were, utterly confused by what was happening in front of them.

Vines were creeping up houses only to vanish before they could lock people in and fires appeared close enough to almost burn; the streets were flooding and water was evaporating before it reached waist height, and people were holding onto poles, and trees, and what else to not fall due to the high winds that made it almost impossible to move.

Seraphina planned to stay inside and wait it out.

She was not going to risk getting caught in the chaos and struggling to remain alive in this phenomenon.

She turned as was about to make her way back upstairs, when the chaos stopped out of the blue.

Seraphina tried to find a logical reason behind it, but there was none. Science, logic, reason, it was useless. There wasn't a way to explain it without sounding ridiculous.

Anyway, it was over now so Seraphina shrugged it off and went to the florist.

After she paid the lady behind the counter, she made her way to the graveyard.

The Sun was overhead and shining now that the elemental disaster was over.

Once she walked through the heavy metal gates, she made her way up a small hill by a dirty and slightly overgrown path.

On that path, a single gravestone was under the shade of an old oak tree, with only a wooden bench to accompany it.

Seraphina laid the flowers down and sat on the bench and sighed. She started to talk to the gravestone about what happened while she was gone.

After all, it was her mother she was talking to.