In The Dead of NightA Story by Sunflower 20
It was an evening like no other. The breeze rustled the leaves of the ancient trees as they shared their secrets. The night reflected nothing of the past events that it had witnessed… the moon was out, casting a sliver light everywhere. Dawn was the only saviour now…
Figures began murmuring amongst each other as the intruders approached.
“Who are you?” a stern voice asked. Everything was silent as the companions looked around deciding whether or not they should answer.
“The power of one” said he who was not afraid. The crowd of onlookers gasped and suddenly they drew back like an invisible energy field had hit them. It affected them all, except one. He stood tall and slim in his long black cloak the hood lay resting on his head as his soft voice shrilled the air. He spoke in a harsh whisper of some other foreign language. Suddenly he thrust his arms into the air, the sleeve falling back, revealing deathly white forearms. The man’s voice grew louder until it was almost unbearable to hear. Then the voice became many as the onlookers joined in this strange phenomenon. The three that call them-selves “the power of one” stood in astonishment.
What is this? Luke asked himself, as he lay hidden in the bushes. He had been taking a break from the fast paced life of New York City when he heard a strange noise and decided to explore. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought of finding this. At that moment, a burst of light illuminated the sky. It lasted less then one second but Luke’s fast eyes took in the strange scene, and the malicious smile on the man standing above the three companions. Everyone at this gathering wore long black cloaks making them almost invisible in the shadows of central park. Luke had a bad feeling about this.
Then he knew why. The chanting stopped. The man in the centre slowly started to sway. His calm voice started to say something along the lines of:
“elaverp ton llahs htaed ot” he repeated this line over and over. Until finally the power had no more than to bow down and surrender in defeat. And so they did. Not knowing that by committing these actions that they would be changing the course of Earth as we know it…
Time stood still. Luke watched in horrified silence but he could not look away. These strange people were evil. Then he saw the knife…saw it being raised…ready to strike…
“Wait!” he shouted. All eyes turned on him, they were blazing with fury. How could he stop them at such a crucial point? Then he ran, faster than he had ever dared. But he didn’t get far before his ears were filled with that familiar shrilled voice.
“After him!” the voice barked.
© 2011 Sunflower 20
Added on March 1, 2011
Last Updated on March 1, 2011
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