The Trident suddenly realizes the vessel carrying it still has a will of its own. It has never encountered a will this strong before. It is confusing.
In the moment of the Trident’s confusion at the resistance it encounters as it attempts to unleash its full Power upon the King, his people, and his Capital, Storm pulls and pushes at the corners of each dimension in the room. She finds her way right through them.
She orders her airborne body to jump.
To jump in space in time, dimensions between dimensions through them all.
She jumps.
The show is over.
The king alone remains inside his courtroom. Seated upon his throne. Gripping its armrests so hard his knuckles are white. With a puddle of piss spreading by his feet.
He cleans it up himself before anyone else returns to see his shame.
Storm. The Trident is gone.
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Trident
Science FictionBorn in the midst of a storm with black curls and silver eyes, abandoned by her father, Storm is destined to face a power unknown. She may destroy her world, or save it.
