Power

The storm had taken them. 

One moment they were there Ronan and Marco, locked in a deadly battle, lightning crashing around them. 

The next, they were gone, torn from the world in a blinding explosion of violet and gold. 

We had searched for them, screaming their names into the howling wind, but the storm had left nothing behind. No bodies, just scorching earth and the empty space where they once stood. 

That was two days ago. 

Now, the storm had returned. 

I stood frozen as the wind roared through the trees, whipping my hair into my face. Everyone else had backed away, forming a loose circle around the clearing, weapons drawn, ready for anything. 

The air crackled with energy. The sky split open. 

And they fell. 

Marco hit the ground first, landing hard on his knees, breathing ragged. A second later, Ronan crashed down beside him, one hand braced against the earth, his body tense like an animal ready to strike.