Tamnardav looked around. The room had become dark. She wondered what was happening to make everyone so afraid. Then, she noticed that the lines next to Skyda and Savakt’s pictures on the big computer screen had disappeared. The elves that had been so nice to her were in trouble.
In a rage, she ran through a portal and past the many technicians who were now staring helplessly at their powerless computers. She passed countless security checkpoints without anyone stopping her because it was too dark for them to see. She turned a corner and crashed into a giant metal door. She tore at the door with all her strength, but it would not budge. She hadn’t even made a scratch. She tried breathing fire on it, but was immediately submerged in fire-resistant foam.
Frantically, she ran head first into the door, creating a large dent. Although her head hurt, she knew she was getting closer to her lost friends and bashed the door again. On the third try, the door was bent out of shape to a point where she could squeeze through the opening. As soon as she was through, she felt a cold gust of wind, cold in a way she had never felt before.
“You’re a bit late, little dragon,” the voice that had haunted Skyda had now moved to Tamnardav’s head.
“Who are you? What have you done to my friends?!” Tamnardav hissed at the voice.
The cold feeling encircled Tamnardav, pounding at her head, forcing her down onto her knees. The pillar that had crushed Skyda turned transparent, and she could see the mangled corpse of one of her friends.
“What have you done to him?” she screamed.
The only answer was the wind, forcing Tamnardav closer to the ground. Savakt rose up from the ground where he had been lying, just out of sight. He was definitely dead, with blood soaking into his clothes. The voice returned.
“Your friends were in my way. Nobody gets in my way and lives.”
The wind became colder and colder, circling faster and faster. Tamnardav’s instincts kicked in, as fire spewed out of her mouth. She spun around, trying to burn the wind, but it would not stop. She tried to run away from it, but it was too fast to be outrun.
Exhausted and out of breath, Tamnardav stopped. She sat down and sobbed to herself. All was lost. There was nothing she could do.
Suddenly, the wind stopped, as if her crying had defeated it. She stood up, shook the ice off of herself, and walked over to Skyda to see if she could save him the same way.
But it was only the eye of the storm.
