The Third Kingdom

Richard saw, then, some of the dirt in the field out in front of them start to be lifted by gusts of wind building out of nowhere. He at last understood what she was trying to do.

She was gathering wind, calling it to do her bidding, gathering it into a focused windstorm.

“Can you do more?” he asked, checking the distance to the people running toward them, calculating how long they had before they would be overwhelmed.

“Trying” was all she could manage to say as her arms built speed, twirling faster and faster. Richard could see beads of sweat on her forehead.

As the gusts of wind she was calling forth built speed and power, they begin picking up more dirt with every fitful gust. Pieces of straw and grass were lifted into the swirl of dirt and debris that was rapidly building into a whirlwind.

“It’s too bad that the ground is wet!” he called out to her over the howl of the crazed attackers and the ever-increasing howl of the wind. “If it was dry, it would be dusty and the dust could hide us long enough for us to escape into the woods! That way, they wouldn’t see where we went!”

Samantha briefly glanced up. He could see the spark of an idea in her eyes and the slight curl of her lips before she turned her attention back to the task at hand. She added an alternating whipping motion to what she was doing with circling her arms, as if casting something out.

Richard understood as he began to feel the heat she was generating with what she was doing. The gifted could gather heat from the air and focus it, the same way they could gather the air itself.

Soon, it felt like standing near a bonfire. She was not only gathering the air into gusts to build those into a whirlwind, she was gathering heat out of the air and casting it against the ground. Richard had seen sorceresses, and even Zedd, gather heat from the air, or even pull heat out of the air to freeze water. Samantha was doing the same thing.

The heat was intense enough to confuse the onrushing horde, and in their confusion they slowed their mad rush. Some of them began to shield their eyes from the dirt and debris blowing at them while others rubbed at their eyes, trying to get the dirt out so they could see.

In what seemed a sudden turn, under the withering heat the wet ground flashed to dry as the moisture was driven out. In short order, great billowing clouds of dust rose up, lifting into the air in brown curtains.

As some of the half people started to run to the sides in an attempt to find a way around the wall of dirt, dust, and debris, Samantha recognized what they were doing and again started to whirl her arms around over her head. The hot winds along with all the dust she was stirring up started to rotate. A wall of the dirt and debris blew in around Richard and Samantha, rotating around them faster and faster, picking up both speed and dust as they stood at the center of the howling storm.

Before long, Richard couldn’t see a thing. He knew that if he couldn’t see anything, including the half people, they couldn’t see him.

He knew where the deer trail was in relation to where they stood out in the field. He kept the place fixed in his mind, even though he couldn’t see it anymore. In mere moments, he had lost sight of the forest as well as the confused half people that had been darting around, trying to find a way to get at them through the blinding wall of dust.

The dust now rotated in towering walls around Richard and Samantha and had became so thick that it closed in completely, darkening the light that could get down inside. It felt like dusk inside the rotating storm of dirt and dust and getting darker by the moment. Meanwhile, Samantha’s arms continued twirling around over her head, keeping up the momentum of the wind.

Once everything had grown dim and dark and Richard couldn’t see a single one of the half people, and hardly more than the hand in front of his face, he leaned close to Samantha so she could hear him over the howl of the wind.

“Can you move while you’re doing that?”

She glanced over at him, clearly in the throes of intense concentration. “I don’t know,” she yelled over the noise. The look on her face, though, told him that she didn’t believe she could, even if she knew she had to try.

It was plainly evident that it was tremendously difficult for her to keep up such focused effort. He knew that they only needed to get to the trees without the half people seeing where they went and then they would have a chance.

Richard was struck with a sudden idea. He bent down and leaned in close. “You just keep doing what you’re doing Samantha! Don’t stop!” he yelled over the roar of the wind.

The howl of the wind had grown so loud that he could no longer hear the howls of the half people screaming for blood.

Samantha glanced over at him, clearly puzzled by what he intended. She couldn’t spare the energy to answer. She simply nodded.