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Kyra attempted to blink away the drowsiness and the confusion. Water dripped on her forehead, making her shift to the side a bit. The first thing she saw when her vision cleared was the green of leafs. It was a moment before she realized that a tree a fallen through the wall. Water and wind tore through the now open library, flooding the lower section of the building. Then, over the roar of the wind, Kyra thought she heard a voice.
"Kyra!" It was then that she realized that Cole was calling her name. As she began to crawl away from the now collapsed wall, she began to think that he was shouting at her mentally. For a moment, she cursed her mother for being right about both of them being connected mentally, until she heard the shout again.
"Kyra!" came the cry over the wind, installing a bit of hope in her heart when she realized that it was indeed Cole.
"Cole!" she shouted, hoping he would hear her over the wind. A figure appeared over the ruins of the wall, buffeted by the elements as it searched around the tree. To Kyra, the figure resembled a gunslinger from the old west. It's head turned as it looked over the library's interior before it finally settled on Kyra.
"Kyra!" Cole cried as he jumped down into the water flooding the library and sloshed his way to her. Reaching his sister, he pulled her out of the flooding water and took her weight on his shoulder.
"I think the tree clipped me," she murmured as they stumbled for the stairs. More thunder rumbled as they reached the stairs.
"What is going on out there?" she asked when they finally reached a room with a couch for her to put her leg up.
"Sections down by the bay are flooded by the storm surge, all the surrounding neighborhoods are being flooded by the river, and trees are going down all over the place," Cole answered as he inspected her leg. He grinned slightly when he found that it wasn't broken.
"Well its not busted, but we'll still be here awhile with the storm," Cole said as he sat in a chair and pulled out his pad of paper.
"You really do carry that thing everywhere don't you?" she asked. He shrugged in response.
"Never know when you might need something to kill the time." Kyra chuckled slightly as she moved into a position to where she could read what he wrote. Cole quickly lowered the pad, covering what he had wrote so she couldn't read. Kyra crossed her arms and gave him a look.
"How come you don't let anyone read what you write?" she asked. Cole looked up at her.
"How do you know I don't let someone else read it and not you?" he asked back. Kyra cocked her eyebrow.
"If your not letting me read it, it's a safe bet your not letting anyone else read it either." Cole nodded as he could see her reasoning.
"So why don't you let anyone read what you write?" she asked. It was quit except for the howl of the wind outside and the random claps of thunder.
"I don't know, maybe cause people wont like what I write," he finally answered. Kyra reached over and snatched the pad away from him.
"Well lets put that theory to the test," she said as she started to read. After a moment she looked back up at him.
"This is good, I mean really good. You've got to show this to Mom, you know how much she loves music." Cole cocked his head.
"Really?" he asked.
"Would I lie to you?"
"Depends on your mood," he replied. Kyra rolled her eyes before they noticed that it was silent outside.
"It's the eye of the storm, we'd better use what time we have to our advantage," said Cole as he stood and helped Kyra to her feet.
"I don't care what happens, you show this to mom when we get back," she said as she handed him the pad. Cole nodded as they made their way back outside. The sun was shinning and blue sky shone overhead. But no matter which direction they turned, black-menacing clouds lurked on the horizon.
"You like races, Kyra?" Cole asked as they started to move about as fast as Kyra's leg would allow.
"Depends on what the prize is," she answered. Cole looked up at the horizon.
"Well here's the race. The finish line is Mom's house, the competitor is the storm, and the prize is our lives," he said.
"I say we get started then," said Kyra as she began to hobble faster.