(A/N: I know that it seems really strained in places, and not everything makes sense, but that’s what happens when you try something new. And this is not my usual writing style at all. So, that means I want feedback. Judge away! Also, sorry about the scrolling. It’s a large chunk of story, but it didn’t seem right to split it up. Thanks.)The first thing Rahna saw when she opened her eyes was mist. It stretched on forever and ever, and it showed no signs of clearing. She tried her best to spin it- it was air, after all- but nothing happened. She tried to conjure wind, but she didn’t feel the familiar warmth in her palms. Nothing. It seemed like...