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Back to the middle of the ocean, like a newly discovered muscle, I directed Issi and myself awkwardly towards land. Luckily I could see a speck in the distance. There's something disturbing about being in the middle of the ocean and not seeing land, it makes your heart leap in your chest and your stomach drop. In an effort to escape this uncomfortable place so close to my world of warm magic wind I made us go higher. Going higher is easier I had later realized, with going forward you shoot like a pinball, some invisible force pushing you from behind and turbine-like wind making you go faster pushing at your sides (or you can go as slow as a turtle, you can go at any speed with this). How you go up and down is as increasing or ceasing the air keeping you up, don't ask me how I knew how this works, I just did. Although the extra hieght had helped me with my problems, it did nothing whatsoever but add to Isabella's.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed next to my ear, my first hint I wasn't dreaming.
"Whoah, Issi are you alright?" I yelled against the roar of the wind.
"Alright, do I look alright? I'm being thrown around like a rag doll! Oh please God help me!!!" her face was as red as a child in the mother of tantrums, she looked like she needed the help.
"It's okay I've got it under controll."
"You've got what under controll?!!! We've gone crazy and being spat out of the ocean!!!!" I had never seen Isabella like this.
"No! I'm-" the wind swallowed my words.
"WHAT?!!!!!!"
"I'M MAKING US FLY!" she stared at me with disbelief, finally in a heartbeat she said in a very Issi way;
"YOU! ARE! SO! DEAD!"