Like Wind On A Dry Branch Novels & Stories

A lot of dry leaves have accumulated there because no one is cleaning it. I stopped and turned around to make sure Prince Nesh was still following me. It's hard and I might get lost here. I was relieved to see him still following behind me. He even smiled when our eyes met so I forced a smile back. I could not continue to step again because I was almost greeted by a strong wind along with the dry leaves on the ground. I close my eyes because I might be swept away by the strong wind that almost blows away the leaves including the sand. It looked like a whirlwind was coming to where I was. I stiffened my whole body so as not to be carried away.

A quiet breeze through the tre es, carrying just the faintest trace of something cold. I pressed a palm to the nearest tree. It didn’t hum back like it used to.

Then something shifted. A connection snapped into place, sudden and breathtaking. The wind was no longer just around me—it was within reach. Its passage rippled through the feathers of birds soaring overhead, whispered through the treetops, each leaf brushing against the next in a soft, tickling caress. Far above, where the sky grew thin and sharp with cold, the air held a biting chill that raised goosebumps along my arms.

In the meadow, the winds seemed to take on a malevolent life of their own, their force intensifying with each passing moment. They twisted and spiraled, whipping through the grass and causing mini-tornadoes to erupt from the churned ground. The very earth under his feet seemed to groan in protest, and the acrid scent of freshly turned dirt mingled with the sharp tang of ozone, assaulting Brodi's senses as he ducked his head against the maelstrom and continued to silently advance.

She wondered if Jaina was feeling that too. "Now think of what makes you angry," Jaina said. This time, her voice was really close to Adriana's ear. That, in itself, annoyed Adriana. The wind seemed to pick up on her heart which had also begun to race, and it flew around her more violently. Even though she couldn't see, Adriana felt it, and she heard the trees resisting the tug of the current. The branches creaked, and the wind roared as it sped through them, sending leaves flying in all directions.

Melissa's POV A gentle breeze caressed the air, bringing with it a sense of serenity. The atmosphere was cool and refreshing, with a subtle crispness that invigorated the senses. The soft whispers of the wind rustled through the surroundings, creating a soothing melody that calmed the mind. As the breeze swept past, it carried the sweet scent of nature, filling the air with a fragrant aroma. The coolness danced across the skin, leaving a trail of refreshment in its wake. The atmosphere was peaceful, with a sense of tranquility that seemed to envelop everything.

I continue on, each stride feeling resolute, with that same unseen force pulling me inexorably forward. Suddenly, the sky above the trees starts to darken, and the scent of rain hangs heavy in the air. The summer breeze turns frigid. The rustling of the leaves is no longer a gentle murmur but a harsh cacophony as the canopy overhead seems to come alive in the gale.

It is air with passion, a drive that powers onwards, every direction an option. I close my eyes and enjoy the wind blowing past me, I smile as it brings a tingling sensation to my skin. I have always loved the wind, for it comes to me so boldly, touches my skin. In coldness it rouses me to wakefulness, an alertness that lets me savour the moments in dryness and rain just the same. In soft breezes it is finer than silk, smoother than water. In the gales it sings through the trees, sending loose leaves on a dancing funfair ride, hypnotic, beautiful. In the summertime wind is cooling, allowing the warmth to gently enter muscle and bone while my skin feels so at ease with the world. Today is alm

Yet, beneath this celestial beauty, a palpable sense of foreboding lingered in the air like a ghostly whisper. A chilling wind swept through the grounds, rustling the leaves with a haunting melody. Each gust carried with it a sense of unease, as if nature itself mourned the impending events about to transpire. The trees, like ancient sentinels, swayed with an eerie elegance, their branches creaking in protest against the ominous night.

The next morning, the Hollow woke with a wind that screamed. It wasn’t the playful rustling of leaves or the occasional howl of the distant wilds. This wind was angry, it sounded like a thousand voices howling through a shattered veil. It clawed at the trees, bending them to its will, and made the sanctuary stones hum with unease.