Description
Ever see the wind whipping up a pile of leaves so they turn into a miny tornado? Ever feel the cold chill of the frosty breeze on your nose, or a blossom falling into your hair, or a warm summer breeze dashing through the lake? Thought so, except what if someone made these things happen? What if there were immortals who caused the seasons to change, caused a breath to stir up your cloak? For Foehn, all of this is happening. He catches sight of an immortal, named Fall when he was just about seven years of age. Its been a long time since he's seen her, but what happens if he sees her again? Will he learn who she is and what he was meant to be? Or will he let her slip through his fingers? I post ever Monday or so and the more votes I get the faster I post.
Prologue
