When the breeze stopped sweeping the chilling onto Jacque, and his shirt whipped against his back and chest no more, that’s when he first felt genuinely afraid. The scene seemed so terrifyingly hostile that the boy nearly forgot to breathe, until a small breath of air creeped into his ear. “Boo,” the voice echoed, in such a vociferous manner that Jacque would have believed his ear imploded, and the world turned to chaos. Icy gales stormed all around them, creating a tornado of blue flames that warped around the young witch’s body. Everyone around Jacque was yelling and running, unknowing and afraid, sparking a thought of sheep running from a wolf that made the boy laugh hysterically.
