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A blast of wind hit me square in the face. It struck directly at my eyes and made me break the hold I had on my friends’ hands and scramble for my hood. Why I didn’t I put that sucker up before I Travelled? Rookie mistake.
Then the cold hit me. Bone-chilling cold. It made my wings pull in tight, almost flat against my back. As the wind whipped at my body, I was glad for the gargoyle craftsmanship, and the extra layer of wool Brog had insisted on under the suit. He knew his stuff. I was just going to let him pick out all my clothes from now on.
With my hood protecting my eyes from the worst of the wind, I could take in my surroundings. We were at the base of a mountain. Well, 'mountain range' would be more accurate. All around us massive piles of earth and stone thrust towa
