... by the Pikatan. Atlak attempted to aid his father before being blown
away by a gust of wind.
As Atlak regained himself, he saw the figure come out of the shadows. The
Clyft who calls Mellor leader was fleeting over the nearest hill. It's cries
were getting closer, it would meet the Pikatan soon. The Beast of which it
was fleeing from rounded the horizon, creating death where the Clyft had been
just moments earlier. Atlak made his way to Mellor to find that his walking
limbs had been crushed. He grabbed his father's arm and stood, waiting for
the Clyft. As it came into view once more, Atlak leapt onto it, holding the
arm of his wounded kin. Mellor commanded it to run, and it did. But soon
after the Clyft started running rocks were being picked up off the ground and
tossed through the air. With the thousands of small rocks and pebbles
hurtling at deadly speeds, it was inevitable. Two struck Atlak before a lone
pebble slammed into Mellor's hand, sealing his fate.
"Father!" Atlak screamed with all he could.
"Flee! Quickly!" Were the last words his father spoke before being eternally
Atlak spun his head around, hoping the Clyft would follow his commands. It
ran harder than ever before, eventually escaping the Beast. When the dust
had finally settled, Atlak returned to the site of his fathers' demise.
Nothing appeared the same, everything floored. The Torpor storm had done