Story: Under the Ebbing Tide

Margaret, the lighthouse keeper
The day's light was fading, gradually being replaced by the comforting beacon emanating from Eastholme's lighthouse. Margaret stood watch as she did every evening, scanning the horizon for ships coming home or weary travelers looking for harbor. The twilight was beautiful yet somber, the sun's last rays painting the seascape with shades of red and orange. But today, the sea was restless. Its waves reached higher, their sounds louder, almost echoing the disquiet that had nested within her heart.
Elias, the fisherman
Elias, hunched over the side of his small fishing vessel, felt a similar unease. His net, usually teeming with the day's catch, hung limp in his calloused hands. The bounty of the sea was unusually sparse, and the wind carried an ominous chill. He pulled his coat tighter around him and shivered, looking back towards the town and the comforting glow of the lighthouse.
Mary, the innkeeper
The town's hub, the local inn, hummed with the murmur of its patrons. Mary, the innkeeper, moved through the tavern with practiced ease, serving ale and food, lending an ear to the tales of old sailors, and soothing the worries of townsfolk troubled by nightmares. Yet, the same sense of dread that lingered in the air of Eastholme was palpable here, a silent specter at the feast.
Father William, the pastor
In the heart of the town stood the chapel, where Father William led his flock in evening prayer. Like the others, he too had been visited by dreams of a twisted, sunken city and vast, unknowable beings stirring in the depths. His prayers were filled with pleas for mercy and guidance.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake, a low rumble emanating from the sea. Lights danced beneath the waves, and an oppressive dread washed over Eastholme, rooting the townsfolk in fear.
Margaret
From her vantage point, Margaret bore witness to the horror unfolding. Monstrous forms surfaced from the depths, their grotesque silhouettes illuminated by the strange, ethereal glow from beneath the sea. Paralyzed by fear, she could do nothing but watch as the town she loved was besieged.
Elias
Elias fought against the storm, wrestling with the wheel of his boat. A monstrous serpent surged from the sea, and with a crash, it crushed his boat. The last thing he saw was the face of his wife and daughter as he was dragged into the churning depths.
Mary
Panic ensued in the inn. Mary tried to maintain order, but the terror was contagious. When the wall buckled, and seawater rushed in, she found herself carried by the merciless tide, clinging to a piece of driftwood, her last thoughts consumed by her children's safety.
Father William
The Dream Sanctuary, once a place of peace and worship, was swept up in the chaos. As a monstrous form crashed through the stained glass, Father William clung to his holy icon, praying for deliverance. His words were drowned by the cacophony as he was swept away into the dark abyss.
As dawn broke, the once-thriving coastal town was eerily quiet. Eastholme, the charming seafaring hamlet, was no more. It stood as a grim testament to a night of horror, its people either gone or left in the merciless grip of fear. The sea, once a source of life and livelihood, was now an ominous reminder of the tragedy that befell the town. The Ulgaraith had come and gone, leaving behind silence, desolation, and unanswered questions.