A soft wind blew through the night. Rustling the leaves and breaking the silence with a soft howl. It brushed through my hair, softly caressing my neck. The wind calmed my nerves a little. They were slightly frayed from speaking with a pissed off pope about my clothing.. again. Apparently people of the church had to wear the robes assigned, but it was just to much of a pain. I snuck out of the large metal gates, waving to the man who worked them. We had been on good terms for quite awhile. Only he knew about the strange wind that seemed to follow me. I made my way into the forest and let the wind guide me to a tree. The tree that saves me every time. I climbed up the large truck and slid into a comfortable position with the book of the Wiccans. They were a fascinating study the wind had introduced to me inside the church library. Fascination always swayed as I read page by page of the creatures in the woods. I lost myself inside the book and the world around me was lost.