The day of the great storm arrived. It came without warning, a dark wall of clouds that blotted out the sun. The sky turned green, and the wind screamed like a wounded animal.
Elara was at the Tidepool Cove, a place she loved more than any other. She was looking for shells to show Caelan. But the tide was coming in too fast. She was trapped on the slippery rocks.
The waves crashed against the shore, trying to pull her in. The water was icy cold, and the rocks were sharp. “Help!” she cried, but the wind stole her voice.
Then, through the rain, she saw him. Caelan. He ran into the water, figh