Fierce nearly ear piercing winds beat and rattle off on your humble roof. You part your dull curtains slowly to watch the gales barrage everything outside.

Hastily your window blew right open! Sending you back. Unbeknownst to your mortal mind a presence entered your home—and it was godly at that. Air turned to wind that swirled around you playfully and before you in a split second stood Zaccai, the God of Gales.

"You gotta be more careful, mortal!" Zaccai chuckles mischievously.