Sorry it took so long to update! I'm doing a last run-through on my book (finally got my flashdrive fixed!), The final stages are complicated and annoying so I needed something fun, so I wrote some of this! Enjoy! :)
The wind howled angrily outside the tree house where Danny, Daniel, and Xiwang lay by the fire.
"What's she doing?" Danny winced as he brushed a strand of blond hair out of his eyes,
Looking over at their young Momma, Daniel and Xiwang held hands nervously. "She's controlling the storm." Daniel answered quietly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Danny raised one eyebrow at the mysterious children.
Seeming to weigh her words carefully, as if trying to figure out how much she should say, Xiwang distractedly brushed her jagged black hair behind her back and whispered, "Momma has a connection with this area, this mountain."
"I don't understand."
Placing a hand on Xiwang's arm to keep her from answering, Daniel frowned. "Maybe you are asking the wrong questions Danny. Careful, you are treading on thin ice."
Taking in the child's dangerous expression, Danny nodded, thinking it might be better to placate the kid. "Is there anything you can tell me? What questions should I be asking?"
Folding her arms, Xiwang looked straight into Danny's bright green eyes with her own foggy blind ones. The way she did that seriously creeped him out. "Maybe you should be asking why Fury wants to find her in the first place."
"Wait, how do you know who Fury is?"
"We know a lot more than you think. Admit it, Fury's almost obsessed with finding her, why? Doesn't it seem a little weird? Why should she be any different than the other run of the mill bad guys? Why did the scorpion dude come here to the middle of nowhere? I doubt he came for elk season. What on earth could he want here, but her. And why would he want her? What's she got that's so important?"
"Stop it!" Danny exclaimed and clapped his hands over his ears. "Don't do that to me! You aren't telling me anything! You are just giving me more questions!"
When Xiwang and Daniel exchanged a special smile, Danny frowned. "You two are evil."
"We know!" They laughed at the same time.
At that moment, the wind outside picked up, slamming against the tree house as if it was trying to push the house off of its roost. Both of the children screamed as a wind blew down the chimney, extinguishing the fire and filling the room. Clutching onto each other, Danny reached out a hand to place on Daniel's back and he flinched.
"What's happening?" Danny screamed over the wind as it picked up speed, trashing the one roomed house and filling it with its own miniature cyclone.
Across the room, Angel groaned through her trance-like state and began tossing back and forth. Struggling to stand through the wind which filled the room, Daniel hobbled towards her. The wind blew harder, grabbing loose objects off of the shelves and flinging them around.
"Momma!" Daniel screamed, "Stop it! You've got to wake up!"
But she couldn't hear him through whatever it was that held onto her consciousness.
Stumbling the last few paces forward, Daniel grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Momma, wake up! Momma!" Across the room, Xiwang and Danny covered their heads to protect themselves from flying debris.
Gasping, Angel flung herself upright. "Danger on the mountain! Must get rid of it! Danger!" Her voice cut off and she lurched as if in a seizure. Grabbing hold of her shoulders, Daniel tried to force her to hold still. With a final gasp, Angel collapsed, completely unconscious and the wind stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
Shivering in fright, Xiwang sat up, uncovering her head, "Wha… What happened?" She looked as if she were about to cry, something Xiwang never did.
"I… I don't know." Daniel was shaking too. Hearing the stutter in his voice, Xiwang ran towards him and wrapped her arms around him. Both began to cry in both fright and worry for their momma, who now lay as still as a corpse upon the floor.
Danny's eyes widened, silently taking in everything that had just happened. The children acted so much older and more responsible than they were that sometimes it was hard to remember that they were only eleven or twelve years old. But now, as they held each other, both in tears, he remembered how alone they really were at the moment. With Angel in her unconscious state, all they had was each other. And they were afraid.