XIV. THE STORM
The shadow over my head grew. The wind picked up and the temperature dropped fast. It was following me. I started running but couldn’t escape it. The wind knocked me over into a bush. I curled up into a ball and said a prayer. I wasn’t the religious type, but I was freaking out, and this thing looked like something biblical.
The black cloud spun and shot out lightning. I screamed, “Help! What’s happening!?!”
And then… explosion! The storm crashed down on me, spinning me inside a cyclone. I lost consciousness.
And there he was. The old man. Standing over me with a soothing smile. This time was different than my dreams. Everything behind the old man was just a blanket of white. He blended into it. He didn’t say anything and took hold of my hand.
We were transported to som
