The Flying Robber (Short Story)

"For as long as I could remember, I had always been fascinated by the wind. It was as elusive as a dream, and its invisible strength could boil your worst nightmare down to childishness. Its sweet breeze could gently ruffle your cheek one morning, and could make a forest bend the very next hour. The wind was... everything to me. It was my blade when darkness knocks at my door. It was my poison and my remedy."