The wind was carrying Reynold fast and they were just rushing past his ears.
He could not see properly as his eyes were just stinging against the force of the air, but he knew he was falling.
Immediately, panic seized his chest. He tried to summon his storm caller magic to calm the wind and may be try to form a tornado—that swirling wind of dust and power—to carry him back up.
But it was not happening.
Dammit!
His heart started beating out of control.
Reynold started cussing out loud to the flames.
"You fucking let my parents get murdered in the war," he screamed in to the rushing air as tears of frustration was already forming in his eyes, "and now you are just going to watch me die like this?!"
He hissed and shouted again. "What is the use of this storm caller power if it only comes out when my emotions are high?!"
