As the clock struck midnight the tattered book moved and glowed slightly. It was time. He had been waiting for too long. Slowly shadowy tendrils of smoke twisted their way out of the middle pages of the book and began to wrap themselves around the sleeping figure of Emily, until she was completely encased in them: the only person whom could’ve prevented the coming apocalypse. Then and only then did a bigger shadow rise twisting and writhing out of the pages until a terrible figure stood in the middle of Emily’s room. With one hissing gasp it said:
‘I am Atugar. I have risen again.’
sorry that was very, very short! luv u all
Amy xx
