Madagascar North Wind Novels & Stories

I reminded her, after downing one of the cans of Fanta. “Is that so…but you’re the one mummy used to caution whenever we ate together.” I could hear the crunch made by the salad and macaroni in her mouth, as I stood up to prepare both bedrooms. The way she ate, drank and belched…she must’ve been really hungry from work. I smiled as I thought to myself, feeling the small portrait in my chest pocket. Going south of Port Harcourt to the Atlantic Ocean and further to the point where no land was visible, a strange wind began to blow. As the strange wind blew, a ripple appeared in that ‘particular spot’ on the Atlantic Ocean.

Just as everyone dispersed, they noticed a sudden surge of chilly wind within the jungle. It started subtly, initially making it hard to detect, but soon it grew stronger. Fwoosh... The chilling wind rose, trapping Adrian and the others within itself. "This valley should be relatively isolated from the outside. How is there such a strong wind here?" remarked one of the followers. Adrian, with his keen perception, instantly detected something was amiss. With furrowed brows, he said, "The strange force of this wind suggests the presence of demonic beasts. Moreover, I suspect their power is extremely formidable."

It is late summer, but the weather is chilly, as it is almost always in the northernmost part of the Nordic region. The midnight sun shines with its last rays and guides them through the mountain’s ranges. The winds that form powerful gusts across the open, barren landscape make Indra's frozen fingers cramp as she holds the reins. "Where are you taking us?" Laurin whispers in her ear. His breath is warm on her skin and creates small faint tufts in the air around them.