Alma Windrunner

"Tell me sir, what do you know of the Alma?" posed Arel, thumbing through his journal
"Alma, just an urban legend, a an old wife's tale to scare settlers from the windswept prairie", the carriage jolted slightly under the uneven earthen path.
"Yes, that's right sir, having originated from the area we are currently traversing, the Alma are said to be creatures of the grass, unseen among the tall vegetation before striking down travellers with their blistering speed. However, I would not be so dismissive of it's warning sir".
The wind continued to howl, as the cart's jolting continued more intensely.
Forled shot a glance of suspicion at Arel, trying to hide his own fear that had just awakened beneath the surface of his demeanour.
"You cannot be serious Arel to believe such rubbish, you have been hanging around the guards to much, maybe it would be better if you stuck to your books rather than listen to ...
The cart lurched to an abrupt stop, as both men were thrown to the front.
Forled gripped his side tightly as he was sent reeling from the impact.
"What was That?" Questioned Forled "Let me check sir", as Arel opened the carriage door and scrambled out.
Upon getting out Arel stood on the earthen road, battered by the raging winds, he glanced around d to see the driver no where to be seen. The grass bowed before the wind, as two metre high grass was continually blown from the south to the east, as it rapidly shifted direction. By this point Forled had exited the carriage and stood nervously next to Arel.
Forled knelt down for a second to search why the cart had stopped , the front two wheels had been caught by a small trench, which had snapped the axel and the wheels themselves.
"Arel you lazy git get down here and help me fix this" Spouted Forled But the wind made speech near impossible, with it's deafening howl drowning even the most raucous of sounds.
Not hearing a reply Forled, stood back up, to berate to Arel " Did you not hear me, come help ..." Arel was gone, with just his journal left on the road, the wind paging through book, rapidly turning the pages in a ghostly manner.
Forel gulped, as fear clawed to the surface, before feeling something coming from behind him, too slow to react and face it, Forled shed a single tear before his head was quickly torn from his body, and his body lay alone on the earthen path. The wind continued to howl.

Tale of the Alma, Kilesian Chronicle