Prologue
Fury
Volume III: Wind
By: J. Dill
Forget Fury. Who needs a hero when I am so near? I could be dear to you too, if you would merely glance my way. I’ve certainly been looking at you. And I have to say, you are extraordinarily breathtaking. Perhaps even, remarkable‒what, you don’t see it‒? Of course you do. That’s why you came looking for me. I think you know that I can show you more. With me, you will shimmer. Shine brightly enough to blind all those who never noticed you. Become powerful enough to snatch back all that was so unjustly ripped from beneath you. I’m here. So near, My. Dear. Join me on this journey. I promise, even in all the chaos, you will be seen. I am building something so wonderful for you. The sting of isolation is gone. I am wrapped around you now. Snugly. Perhaps even, warmly? You see it don’t you? Certainly, you feel it. My grasp. Or, more accurately and importantly, you don’t feel anything at all. And, Lovely One, isn’t that so fantastically freeing?
