Chapter 22: Rumor Has It…

*Thelma*

The extraordinarily dense clouds of smoke approach like pillars, ready to flatten anything that lies in their way. Any sliver of daylight seems to be completely consumed by the fast-approaching darkness. All of my control is gone, replaced by a deep urge to hurt something or someone.

The water in the creek begins bubbling and rising in angry waves. I feel a burning ache inside my veins, and a sharp stabbing pain in my temple, but I can’t stop. All the frustration I feel seems to be pouring right into the water.

“Thelma, calm down! Remember to breathe, honey. Breathe,” Rhia’s voice pleads from somewhere in my head.

I take a deep breath and exhale.

Huge waves are thrown around and explode like lava from a furious volcano as a result of the ruthless winds that have gathered beneath me. I don’t have to look down to know that I am no longer on the ground but hovering somewhere in the air.

I feel one with the raging water as it divides like a ferocious wild beast. With all of thei