The harpy struggled to break free from the storm’s grip. The umbreakable, powerful grip that insisted to throw him around. As long as the fighting went on, so would the storm. So he had to find those who had started it, that was his goal. The winged spy ducked out of the way of a branch and flew forwards the center, the wind screaming in his ears. The thunder was deafening, getting louder and louder. The lightning was blinding, getting brighter and brighter. But he still pushed forward. Suddenly, the wind pushed him far away just as he’d caught a glimpse of the pair who were fighting in the eye of the storm. He shrieked, calling out for help, but nobody could hear him over the storm or the yelling from the two in the center. He tried again, but then everything seemed to stop. Out of the corner of his eye, he’d seen the black lightning reaching out to him like a big, electricity packed hand. He didn’t have time to move. It struck the back of his neck and he got knocked out of

the storm, struggling to keep in the air so he didn’t plummet to his death, trying not to look down even though he could barely see. He could now see where they were, though. The storm had reached the human world. And nobody seemed to have noticed it yet. He had to warn them. K I’m done uwu