Hindrance

He pulled his cap down, trying to cover as much of his pointy ears as possible. His wings frantically beat against each buffet of wind, trying to keep him steady.

He was scared; he was tired; he was alone; and above all, cold.

Squinting through his scrunched up eyes, he could faintly see a small object bobbing in and out of view. That was supposed to be his way to helping Miss Sephia.

A huge wave broke, sea spray soaking the sprite. He sighed, turning around, only to catch a glimpse of the derelict farm.

He had to stay strong.