1 Just Feeling The Wind

I lay on my back with my hand in the air. I could feel the currents of magic run between my fingers as the clouds rolled by. I was waiting for my brother and best friend to come back from his walk, so I decided to relax for a bit. School had just started for Stell and me, but we weren't fitting in. Regardless if the other kids were jealous, we both were the best at our craft. Magic.

"Dak!" someone yelled in a deep voice from behind me. I recognized that voice, and as I turned around, I could realize my big friend is loping over through the grass.

"Good morning Stell," I said to the giant now towering over me. My big Horndish friend came and sat down in the grass with me. Even at that point, he remained a head taller than me. Horndish folks are all over 7 feet tall, and almost all were exceedingly pleasant people, practically all.

"What are you doing here, my friend? Didn't mother say that we should watch the boys with the shed?"

"Merely enjoying these last moments before we set off," I said without withdrawing my eyes from the sky.

"What do you think is out there? Like, past our world? do you think there is more than just ours with life on it?"

"It's a vast place out there, Stell. We have merely lived in an incredibly minor part of it; in the future, we are about to journey off into an unfamiliar place and discover new things. However, I can not help but think how much I will miss the quiet," I said as my mind wandered elsewhere.

I could have never imagined how right I was.

We sat for a while longer, looking over the plains as the wind swept the grass like rolling waves. The sky was a crystal blue patched with small pearl-white clouds drifting aimlessly to the south. I looked over to see Stell with his broad nose up sniffing in the air.

"What does that coat hanger of your's smell?

"That smells like mother's cooking Dak." He declared while completely ignoring me.

Stell stood slowly, with a faraway look in his eye and saliva forming in the corner of his large gap he called his mouth. I looked at him, grinning.

"Mother won't feed you if you have drool hanging off of your face"

That made him quickly used the back of his hand to clean his face.

"If the boys destroy the new shed mother want, none of us will get any food!"

"It does smell excellent, so we had better hurry! Though, if we can smell it, Gren and Hamak might work harder and together, and if we don't get back soon, those two will finish the whole meal on us!"

Stell looked at me and then we both start to laugh at the idea of our brothers working together.

We started through the grass to head back to the edge of the village where our house was. Stell didn't have parents, but our mother let him stay with us. He always has helped with everything. If it were left to my brothers and me, I would be left with the chores. They would just stand and argue the entire time instead of doing anything.

My younger twin brothers were out behind our house, setting up a shed for mother. When I say that they are building a shed, one would think this is a simple task. A few quick spells and the thing will practically assemble itself, right? Not with my brothers, the two of them couldn't decide on anything. The solitary thing they have ever been capable of sharing is their birthdays, only because one couldn't take it from the other when his back was turned.

There was a point long ago my mother convinced me that it was just better to let them get it out of their systems. I think what mother was trying to say if they were left to argue with themselves, they were less likely to get into any real trouble. Not that that stopped them, the boys would get sent home from school for arguing with the teacher because they couldn't keep quiet in class.

As we got closer to the village, we could already hear the yelling, and I broke into a run. By the time I got around the corner, the scene was a mess, and Stell almost stepped on me as I stopped to behold the disaster. The man's legs were too long for his good. I could see one wall with a large opening in it flying around our yard with a slight blue glow to it. I had to duck just in time to see a door coming flying over my head.

"I told you I would put the door in Hamak. We decided this at the start!" Screamed Gren.

"No, you idiot, you decided that in that oversized head of yours!" Hamak shouted back.

"You both look the same, and you both have giant heads, you idiots. Now put that damn door and wall down before mother comes out and skins the hides off you two," I said. Too bad, there did not seem to be a lot in those giant heads.

"Dak, I told him that I was going to put the door on! Now he is acting the child he is." He said with an overly strained look of seriousness that I could tell was about to crack, and the furious Hamak could tell as well.

"That's it, Gren, I'm done with you hanging that 2-minute difference in age over top of me. Like some elder advising me of the moment I went wrong!" He snarled at his brother with fire in his eyes. I had seen this look, and before things could go any farther, I gathered in the magic from the area around us.

Pulling it in and concentrating it into the task I needed to complete, like any other time or any other job I have done. I pulled the magic from my brother's grasps and heard them gasp in wonder. The magic was being pulled right from their fingertips. Then, with the same force, my younger brothers had sent the doors and walls flying around the yard, I put the door and walls back down.

"How did you..." Was all Gren got out before he and Hamak were forced flat to the ground. Once I had finally got the pieces of building on the foundation, I continued to use the same force to hold the two boys onto their stomachs. The will is not only a tool but a weapon of a dangerous variety.