I cannot lie here,
Among the fallen leaves.
The sea calls me back.
~ ~ db ~ ~
Wisps of smoke. Tendrils of darkness lifting skyward. The moon rises and the sea roars in the night air. There is light, a soft flicking flame dancing for the enjoyment of vacant eyes. Sadness sits in the air, thicker than the smoke, thicker than the last thoughts of the children. Moments play by, falling as they would to the ground without deserved remembrance. Panic. Sullen madness held back by a parents protective desire. The last of the thoughts spared are insignificant, carried as they were down the river of fate towards the endless sea of death. There was little then but the cold hope that settled against the harrowing truth that ran across the logical mind like a scared mouse.
Knock knock
“Answer the door woman!” A gruff voice and a man stood suddenly from his chair. His face was drawn, dark patches under his eyes and a haggard drawn out expression on his face.
A priest stepped through the door, removing his hat and nodding to the man and woman without a word. His face was tight, his attitude serious and tense. They didn't speak as the three of them moved through the house and up the stairs. The man gestured towards the door, his hand shaking. He noticed, bring it back quickly to his side.
“Do not enter.”
The priest's hand gripped his hat to his chest a little tighter, the look on his eyes cold, scared. He reached for the latch and pushed open the door. A wave of cold air rushing past him, causing a shiver to run down his spine. He entered, his breath visible in the air in cold. The room was sparse, a chair, a small desk and a bed. The priest's eyes were focused on the bed, upon the sheets, tired to all four posts was a child. His eyes were closed, the soft sound of breathing coming from his mouth. The priest walked forwards. His hand was shaking as he lifted it up and touched the boy's forehead. It was icy cold.
The boy's eyes flicked open, green piercing eyes. The priest stumbled backwards, the boy screamed. A long harrowing siren call, reaching a final fever pitch. The priest regained himself, reaching into a pocket he pulled out a small bible. Like a shield he lifted it in front of himself and started chanting. His voice bounced through the howling child, doing as best he could to force his will upon him.
The child's voice cut short, the priest stepping forwards and placing the book on the boy's head, continuing his fevered chant. The child convulsed on the bed, shifting and squirming under the weight of the chant. The ties holding down the boy strained with each movement, slight tears appearing along the length. The priest reached behind his back with his free hand, still chanting as he pulled a dagger from his belt. As if on cue the binds broke and the kid launched himself at the priest, knocking them to the ground with his hands wrapped around the priest’s throat.
Forced to the end of desperation the man thrust the dagger into the child’s side. The kid screamed, with a final inhuman squeeze he snapped the priest's neck before rolling off. A surge of darkness erupted from the boy's mouth, twisting and taking shape.
“Father! Father! What is going on?” The words punctuated with pounding on the door.
The darkness took form, leaving a slightly bewildered looking Talen.
“What the f--” The youth looked down at the two dead bodies, “Awkward.”
With a puff of smoke he disappeared, reminding himself that next time he used his teleport to travel long distances he needs to make sure he doesn't accidentally enter someone.