Historias de Westwind

The world moved fast, ran toward whatever felt like Life. Not caring what others need, it was all about what I want and what I deserve. In a time where everything was up for debate and every perspective was the wrong one, there was this Girl who felt out of place.

'The Moon finally loved himself and shined brighter just for her'

the lost hero, but with 2 new characters, theros a oddly tall curly red-haired boy with startling blue eyes who is the son of notus the God of summer and jasper a short boy with hair the same color as wheat with dim blue eyes who is the son of Zephryos the God of spring.

Lyric mostly keeps to herself. Since she has someone basically controlling her life. But when she tries leaving London. She gets a big surprise. Taking a bullet for none other than Mr. Mycroft Holmes. Now that she's caught his interest. She just keeps trying to get away. But how long can she stay away. There is something about that man that only draws her closer. But. Becoming attached to someone. Also brings many consequences.

"But Lila," he whispered. "You'll miss your curfew." "So?" I stared him down. "Curfews are for children." ------------------- Since she turned twelve he's been there, watching. Always watching. And as the clock ticks past twelve each night, he whispers in her ear that same message; You'll miss your curfew. The West Wind loved Lila like a sister. Each cold morning he'd wrap her in his soft embrace, and each night he'd remind her of the time. So of course he was surprised when Lila snapped at him, and it hurt. It hurt a lot.

Short Poetry- Where the West Wind Blows is a collection of stories from where ever the West WInd comes from. From across meadows and forests, oceans and mountains, rivers and valleys, the West Wind carries a unique language of its own. This is my translation, brought to you straight from the depths of my mind.