I’ve never felt
more alive than with the wind racing through my hair, swirling around my body
in an icy torrent of power. Sailing was an excellent way to connect with the
element; even if the air was tainted by sea salt. We were almost home. And home
meant the Arcan Realm: the land of the Air god, my family and my very best
friend, Jasmine. I sighed as her name ran through my mind for the hundredth
time that day. I had so much to tell her about my trip… and what I might have
learnt about her heritage.
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