Novel & Cerita Like The Wind Found

We walked through the Dirt in a silence that wasn’t quite silence. The wind moved around us softly, like a breath on the back of the neck—gentle, deliberate, wrong. Fine particles of dust drifted down from the sky in lazy spirals, clinging to my eyebrows, the creases of my coat, the corners of my mouth. It settled with intention, as if it had a memory of me.

While sighing as I minimize the screen, I look around, searching for the slightest opening for me to jump. But apparently, there are none. Nothing but trees, bushes and grass here... Should I really rely on my instincts...? I already got lost once. Better stop repeating the same old mistake. Just seconds before I decided to walk blindly by following my intuition— a strong wind suddenly blows across my body. Hmm...? There's wind...? And so, I walk towards the direction where the wind is coming from, and... ...got out of the thick forest in an instant. However... "Eh? Where am I...?" I inadvertently mumbled.

The scent of leather mingled with the fresh night air as we buckled up, ready to head to our next hideout. The wind continued to play with strands of my hair as I took my seat. I couldn't shake the feeling that Sergio's presence lingered in these fleeting gusts. Whether a product of wishful thinking or a cosmic reassurance, the wind served as a silent companion, carrying with it the promise of adventure and the hope of Sergio's swift return.

"We've come this far, and we can't afford to falter now." As the heroes regrouped and began to assess the aftermath of the battle, a sudden gust of wind swept through the battlefield, carrying with it a distant echo—a faint, almost ethereal whisper that seemed to ride on the breeze. Elysia's heart skipped a beat as she strained to catch the words, a sense of anticipation building within her.

He looked up at the dark sky, the moonlight soft against his face. “…find me again.” Then the wind shifted, soft and sudden, brushing against his cheek like the tender touch of someone unseen.

That was more than enough for me. I can still endure it all, so I will keep going no matter what. _ _ _ Must have been the wind Copyright © nostxlgicxx

I grinned. “You are a badass,” Trinity purred. “Ready for wind?” Calling the wind was trickier. Wind wanted to run free. It liked mischief, like Trinity. I could feel it stirring my hair, tugging at my scarf. Finally, a gust burst from my palm like a slap. It slammed into Mac, and he almost fell. Trinity let out a howl of laughter. “How about a nice gentle breeze?” He half pleaded. As I practiced it got easier and began to feel natural.

It was worth it. With narrowed eyes he searched the earth in front of him. He sank lower and lower towards the tree tops. He gently felt her caressing his legs and came with a rustle to the tallest tree he had found. The forest creaked and groaned softly as a sharp gust of wind shot through it.

Confusion could be seen on the windlet's face as plain as day. "No! I couldn't see him!" Darrion answered back. "Try getting the wind into the hole and find him inside," Raka yelled back. "Oh? Right. Why didn't I think of that?" Darrion wondered to himself. But he did as Raka suggested. He asked the wind to come inside the hole to find his friend. The wind in this parts were very cooperative that they flowed smoothly to where Darrion intended to. It was as if they were reading his mind, knowing where exactly he would go if he was the wind.

These witches have no idea what is ___ I stood as a certain wind blew furiously tumbling my place about. What kind of wind is this by this time of the day? No! My eyes broadened as I saw my portions begin shattering in pieces. I ran to them, as the wind tossed me to the side. I scrambled up and rushed to them to try to catch any of them. It was futile as they all shattered to pieces before my eyes informing me that this was no ordinary wind. There was a presence in here that has been watching me or just arrived.