Peter has removed himself from us and sat on the chair in the corner. I can feel his anxiety and stress through our bond, but what scares me more that I can hear the screaming of the winds calling out to him. It’s stronger than it ever has been, I see Peter get up and I watch him carefully. My mom has gotten her strength back and is moving things out of the way so we can go back upstairs. The battling has stopped but the storm is still in full swing.
She moves the last things from the stairs with her powers and we can finally head up. The dark magic left a nasty smell in the air. I go to Peter and take his hand as we head upstairs. The sight is devastating, the roof has been torn off and one of the walls Is missing, you see my barrier holding strong though. Which is great news because th
