ROXANNA.
Everything that was happening felt unreal, like a bad dream I would soon wake up from, but it was not a dream. It was real, and it was right in front of me. Trystan did not stop playing with the wind. The air moved around us like it was alive, rising higher and higher, and fear spread across everyone's faces.
Mr. Frost looked around in panic and pointed toward the strong wind twisting near the last cabin. "You have to stop that before it gets here," he said loudly, his voice shaking. "We can talk about this. We can fix it."
"No, we won't," Azrael said, his voice cold as he turned and walked toward his brother. "Let the fae plays his dirty tricks."
My heart began to beat so fast that it hurt. I knew I had to stop them somehow or everything would fall apart. "Can you stop acting weird, Trystan?" I shouted, my voice breaking as the cold wrapped around me. "Please. I am cold and I need to rest."
