The storm had raged for days, an unrelenting fury of wind and rain that showed no sign of letting up. The sky, dark and brooding, pressed down on the earth as if the heavens themselves were weeping. The sea had turned into a churning mass of anger, waves crashing against the shore with a violence that matched the tempest above.

Something was wrong. The source of this chaos was known.

Neuvillette.

The decision was inevitable; it was necessary to go to him.

When reaching the coast, there he was. Perched upon the wet, jagged rocks—a figure of striking elegance amidst the storm’s fury. Neuvillette sat there. His blue-silver fins glistening beneath the torrential downpour. His crystal violet eyes were clouded with distress. The rain beat down upon him, mingling with the sea’s wild embrace.

“Neuvillette!” the call went out, barely cutting through the roar of the storm.

His head snapped up at the sound, and for a moment, his eyes locked with the intruding presence. The change was immediate. The wild sea began to calm, the furious waves retreating as the storm lost its strength. The clouds above parted slightly, allowing a faint glimmer of moonlight to pierce through the darkness.

He slid from the rock into the water, moving closer in desperation. “Why didn’t you come?” he asked, his voice tinged with the remnants of earlier despair. "I thought you left me..."