The standstorm hit with such ferocity that Elana had to duck into a nearby building. Outside, she heard screams unusual for this type of storm. Why was everyone so upset about something that happened several times a month?
Elana took a deep breath and stepped out the door. People were running everywhere. It was the kind of general hysteria Elana only associated with disaster movies.
Suddenly, a whirlwind of sand pushed her up against the door. Within seconds, a man materialized out of the grains. Elana gasped and stared in awe.
He was very tall, with dark eyes and a smooth head. He had the smile of a man who knew how powerful he really was. He gave her an amused smirk, then dissolved back into the sand. Elana started after as it moved down the street. Seconds later, a figure fell on her from around the corner. It was a man, covered in blood, and it looked like he had a broken arm.
"Please," the man gasped. "Please, help me! The creature...." The man fell to the ground, dead.
Elana looked again in the direction the mysterious man of sand had gone. She followed.