The fear, the shouts, the anger. The cold slap of reality, the cool pavement of doubt. Realisation. Life has changed. In fact, the world has changed, for the worse. How do we go on? I don't understand how such an insignificant object can make such a difference.
I am alone. The streets are dark, the street lamps have gone out. I know I shouldn't leave the house alone, but I must. I have to know. The shadows cast by moon light haunt me. They torment me. They laugh at my weakness.
They are after us, they want to kill us. I know I must hide but without James I am nothing.I am not strong enough to fight. But where is he?
Death surrounds us. Death threatens to consume us. I ignore the ominous lifeless shape on the pavement. I must not think on it too much. Keep moving.
Along as you keep moving, you are safe. He would be waiting for me. The twinkle in his eye would greet me. He's whisper promises, vows. His arms would find me and the ice fear would melt. The egg would be secure. We'd return it and the danger would end.
But at midnight he was supposed to come and get me. He didn't. Its 3 am. Perhaps he went straight to the shelter. Surely he would of told me? Called me.
Suddenly I fall to my knees. I don't feel him, he's not here. he's gone. Ran without me, or is he dead? Did they kill him for the egg? The egg he left with me.
It's my fault he's gone. My fault. I cry, not caring when the air turns even icier than is natural.
Now all I have is the egg we fought to protect. I was sure he died protecting it. But I had it now. It was in the satchel thrown across my shoulder. It was an egg that granted life. New life. I pull myself together. If I stop it will be lost, it can't be lost. It can't of all been in vain. I reach down and touch it. A war has broken out because of this, because of what it does. I feel it pulsate beneath my fingers.
I run, I know where I am going. It is to hatch soon. It is the prophecy they always talked about. Something amazing would come from it. Something life changing. Something that gave me almost as much hope as chilled me.
I keep going knowing I am being followed. I ignore the pang in my heart. Knowing I have a chance to make it. A small chance, but a chance none the less.
