Zidane held my hand tighter as we walked briskly through the bushy paths. The atmosphere had turned windy now, and it looked like it would rain anytime soon. My nodyvwas cold, and I wrapped my hands around myself, my chest heaving as I swallowed.
Zidane turned to me, then gave me his shirt. It was still dry since he hadn't worn it into the lake.
"But," I started to say, but he pulled it over my head, his eyes thin.
Like the heavens were completely against us, it started pouring, a completely bizarre storm taking us by surprise. Zidane cursed under his breath and immediately pushed me unto his back.
He cut through the bushes with me hanging on his back, my eyes closing against the rain.
"I see fire," he said suddenly, and I looked up, my eyes squinting. I was drenched and cold, and
