#14 The Messenger

All I remember is a loud cracking noise and the sky turned grayish blue. The sun ran away with fear and the moon didn’t make an appearance. The stars were too afraid to step into the limelight and so the colors of the sky marked the approach of his evil grin. It was wide and haunting. Winds began to whimper at his voice, loud and booming, still echoing in my ears. And then he lashed out his fury, blinding white streaks of pure power, piercing my eyes the more I strained to look at them. They came down crashing and destroyed the few trees and the concrete jungle we once had proudly erected. No one had seen him in such a furious state. And then with a bang he took charge of the wind with his lasso and began to swirl it into a heap.