Beyond

Fog

                                                                         Part 1: Weather

                                                                                Fog

        Thousands of songs echoed in her mind that were fitting for a cold rainy day, but one fit it much better on that particular day than any of the others.

        It was not an ordinary rainy day.  It was something much more peculiar, which sent her heart racing like the beating of the drums, then suddenly stop and fill the silence again with only raindrops.  Then it started again, the vocals layering perfectly as the clouds had massed together into one another seamlessly, as if to be one giant cloud.

        The song came to it's end, and a new one began, as always.  It was her turn to move.

        Cued by some invisible sign, she unrooted her mud covered feet from the ground that were weighed down by weak and flimsy sandals.

        It quickly came at her, a thin silver arrow that was like a moonbeam concentrated into something with the thickness of a piece of paper.  She leaned backwards as it flew towards her.

        The song changed again, and her feet moved to the steady beat, running down the hill between the trees with black slimy trunks.

        Something moved in the corner of her eye, and she instinctively swung the little knife in her hand at it.

        There was a song for it, just as there was one for everything else.  She could hear the way her knife flew through them and into the tree directly behind them.  There was a screaming vocal that matched the way that the blood sprang like a geyser from their shoulder.

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        ~The Long Winded Storyteller