Like The Wind Found Novels & Stories

The wind was fierce and unyielding, but they pressed on, knowing the importance of their mission. Standing on the edge of the cliff, Luna raised her arms, calling out to the spirits of the wind. She felt the air swirl around her, lifting her hair and filling her lungs with its invigorating presence. With a chant, she captured a portion of the wind's essence in a crystal vial, which glowed with a vibrant green light. --- The final element, fire, awaited them in the heart of a dormant volcano. This was the most dangerous part of their quest, but they faced it with unwavering courage.

From within, a howling wind seemed to beckon us. As we entered the cave, the wind intensified, swirling around us like a tempest. We pressed on, undeterred by the force of nature before us. At the heart of the cave, we encountered the wind spirit—a graceful being that soared through the air like a gentle breeze. Its eyes sparkled with curiosity as it regarded us. "Why have you come?" the wind spirit asked, its voice carrying the sound of rustling leaves. "We seek the essence of air," I said, my voice clear despite the wind's force.

Lost, cold and helpless, all because of a hasty decision that I took. I turned around, trying to find my way back, but the storm was disorientating. The trees all looked the same, and the path was nowhere to be seen. At all. I pushed forward, hoping to find some sort of shelter, maybe a large three that was the least unaffected, but the wind was too strong for me to.

“Then how do you know?“ “Because of the wind, the wind whispers to us, it's pulling at our clothes and skin, guiding us towards it, the wind just shifted, we're here.“ The had shifted and scarf had been pushed of almost constantly, was it the magic of the palace? Did they notice me,no I doubt that. The wind was picking up speed, dust and grassblades began make a circle above us. “Hold on to me little one and don't let go!“, Will screamed and held my hand but I held on to his waist rapping my arms around his waist and burrowing my head onto his chest, I felt his hands rap around me. The wind blew harder and harder as heart thumped, I couldn't breath, the dust surrounding us was chocking. But

This was a test, deliberate and brutal, and I had no choice but to pass it. The wind bit through my clothing as I began to search for shelter. The rocky ground offered nothing, no caves or overhangs, no fallen trees or dense thickets. I walked in widening circles, my teeth chattering, my fingers growing numb, until finally I found a shallow depression where the wind seemed slightly less vicious.

The Rock shattered and split beneath his hand. It was the crack that gave Johnathan his answer. He heard the whisper of a breeze as it blew by his ear. After smiling, he began to hit the wall more causing the crack to grow with each hit. The bigger the crack got the stronger the wind became. The wind was not blowing into the cave, but out. Johnathan thought he had found what he was looking for.

“Let’s find out who’s rewriting the rules.” The wind shifted, carrying with it the faint scent of smoke and pine. Something told me this was only the beginning.

Far off, beyond the village, the trees whispered together as the wind moved through them all at once. Carl was looking up at the sky, his arms resting on his knees. He seemed calm and happy. For the past few minutes, I had been looking at him without even meaning to. There was something about him that drew me back, like a word I didn't quite understand but could feel the meaning of, deep inside.

It’s so cool to be on this side of it. I close my eyes and lean back into him, this is real magic. Being able to share this part of me with him, with all of them. I can feel the wind playing, like he said, but it’s not ready to subside yet. I never thought about the elements having emotions, but if I had to place an emotion or personality on the wind, I would match it with Dakota. Playful and warm on a good day, lightly caressing the skin, but harsh and erratic when angered. My eyes fly open.

The weather angel exerted his strength even more, the wind was blowing very hard, until the fallen leaves were carried by the wind. His gusts were getting bigger and bigger. Like a hurricane, rolling up anything in the forest meant Orthus. The wind coils made Orthus swirl in the wind coils that Michael controlled.