There’s nothing but crops. Crops and rocks and bluffs, and the occasional dilapidated barn. And maybe a horse or two.
You really are in the middle of nowhere.
But based on how you no longer feel like you’re about to die or pass out, Ziros must have somehow got close.
You hope.
I seem to be at a cult called The Children of Tempest, you think to Ziros as loudly as you can, still feeling a little silly about it.
But it seems to work.
Sometimes.
It did before, at least.
This time, there’s no reply.
Maybe you’re still not good at using the magical link to your advantage.
And what was that vial the old lady named Elena tried to give you last night? Maybe if you’d drank it, it would have helped you feel better sooner.
Either way, you did survive.Barely.
Although…
Looking out the window, the sky has started to take on a very sickly, bright green color.
Goosebumps chase up your arms.
Even though you’re from Bridgeborough, a city in northwestern Washington where a couple claps of thunder count as a big storm, you’ve heard enough accounts of tornado weather to know this is a bad sign.
The people out walking on the street below stop, some gasping and pointing at the sky, others hurrying indoors. A few even scream.
Wind chimes tinkle eerily from below as the breeze picks up, and you frown.
This doesn’t seem good. Not good at all.
For a cult that calls themselves the “Children of Tempest”, they sure seem to be in for a heck of a storm. And so early in the morning, too.
You frown out at the sickly green sky, listening to the sounds of more people screaming and shouting in panic as they race past on the street below. If this is a magical storm, maybe you’d better see if you can help.
41
The Hot Guy is On the Way
You
You hold your little sword at the ready, charging out the door after the elderly woman and her grandson.
You half expect the door to be locked.
But it isn’t.
The quaint old farmhouse creaks with every step as you pound down the stairs and throw open the front door—which is also strangely very unlocked.
Maybe they know they’ve taken you out so far into the middle of nowhere, you can’t possibly escape.
There’s nowhere for you to run.
