Elias had lived in Portmere his whole life, a small seaside village where the days were ruled by the tides. He made his living doing odd jobs at the harbor, fixing ropes, patching boats, and unloading catches from the trawlers.
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It was steady work, but something inside him always longed for more. That morning, he had barely risen from his bed when the shouting began.
At first, he thought it was just the usual noise from the docks. But the voices had a different edge—frantic, terrified. He jumped out of bed, quickly pulling on his boots. The village was in a panic, people rushing toward the cliffs to see what was coming.