Chapter 39

"I cannot get close!" Galen shouted.

"We have lost too many with nothing to show for it Chieftain." said one of the warriors. 

"I am well aware of our losses, Joriagal." Galen said with far less force almost in defeat. 

"Can you do something about this blasted weather, Sorcerer?" said the warrior Kimli. 

I couldn't. But humans had been adapting to weather conditions without controlling it. Why couldn't I with greater power? It was crude but I fashioned a thin metal roof and held it levitating with a finger. 

It was a drain on my power, but tilted at an angle it also offered a buffer against the wind. 

"That will do." Kimli said, stepping back to look at the roof in awe. "You could kill us all and there would be nothing we could do about it."