The Endless Expanse

Uncaged and unchained.

Zephyr held her breath, her body pressed against the cold glass of the crowded vial.

The old wizard–a giant to her eyes–held her prison up toward the light, his spindly fingers wrapped around the cork.

The other wind spirits didn’t mind being human playthings; many enjoyed playing pranks on the young apprentices.

But not her.

She had decided that today woul…