I. Through the Nite
The sky above seemed to have a rivalry with the earth below as it threatened to swallow everything in sight. The wind swept along the tall ever trees, carrying along the scent of pine and ash as twirls of darkness danced overhead to an unfamiliar tune. A jagged crack of lightning erupted in the sky, a mix of blue and white and orange filled the sky for a split second before blanketed by the darkening storm.
"This way, we must be close to the center now," hollered an Auror as he held his wand up close to his head, a faint blueish glow stood on the tip as he was unable to see past himself as the night covered their view.
"To think this is a mere Meteolojinx gone awry," Murmured another Auror as he fought against the wind currents, his cloak threatening to break from him as he clutched his hat dearly.
"This is no mere storm," said one to his left, "This is spell craft beyond anyone's capabilities, this is something we've never seen before." His wand shined a bit brighter than the others, his magic more concentrated and focused as they trudged into the forest slowly, inch by inch.
"Keep your wands at the ready," The first Auror snapped sharply, "We don't know if we're truly alone out here yet so be on guard." He pressed forward, fighting against the wind as it seemed to rebel any movement onward.
The pines roared as the wind clashed against their branches, their branches sweeping one of the Auror's nearly off his feet. His hat got snagged on a branch and he mumbled a curse and started to doubled back when the first Auror hollered over the wind. "Leave it, you can always get another one, best to leave it and nigh leave ourselves to chance and venture any future from one another. I fear we are not alone in these woods."
The group seemed to huddle closer, their wands stretched above in a semi circle as they squinted into the darkness. "I do not like this, there's too much of a storm for us to see if we're being watched or not."
"We must get to the center, we'll find whoever caused this storm and have them break the spell." One of the Aurora said but he seemed to falter as a crack of lightning lit up the sky, scarring the darkness as if light was pressing to pour out into the world.
"Look!" One Auror said as he spotted something in the brief light and started moving to their right. The four Aurors stopped as they starred down at a small clearing in the middle of the forest. At the center, it was as if all time had stopped, there was no wind were they stood anymore, just an eerie calmness and a huddled shape in the center of the forest floor.
"Show yourself!" One Auror cried but the Leader grabbed his arm before he could let off a warning spell and instead stepped closer. They circled around at the huddled shape and their silence greeted the shape's.
"Is it alive?" one asked but no one responded.
The leader knelt down and gently spoke, "Lumos Maximus."
The clearing brightened, like a beacon of hope in the surrounding gray fog. It shined brightly as it revealed the fallen figure of a girl. A girl with hair the color of starlight, of robes that seemed to twinkle of a starry sky. A child no more than 16 years of age.
"She's alive," the leader confirmed after feeling for a pulse and stared down at her with a concerned expression.
"There's no way she can be the cause for this storm? She's just a little girl." One murmured and another agreed but the Leader never took his eyes off her. There in that storm stood a fallen star, a star that seemed to not belong where she had fallen, a star that seemed to dim more as the light trickled back in and the storm evaporated.
"What do we tell the others?" An Auror on the left asked and the Leader frowned. "Not what we tell, but what we do."