The Dying Generation

Chapter Forty

"Trust, me. You'll want to sit over here. But, we have a job for you." Savannah lowered me onto a small brown table in between two couches in the living room. I pushed myself off of her hand, just as I turned around to see what she wanted me to do, she handed me a small bell. A little bell that would still require two hands for me to hold it, but she held it simply in between her thumb and pointer finger.

I cocked my head at it, reaching my hands out to take it from her. Feeling slightly heavier to me, more than I was expecting.
"What's this for?" I questioned her, looking over it. Tilting it this way and that, hearing the little ring in it from me moving it and seeing the sun's light that shined through the windows reflect off of the silver bell.

"You'll see, it will actually be important for this lesson." Savannah stood back up to her staggering height, stretching her back out so she wasn't crouched down to me anymore.

Alton stood in the middle of the room, waiting for instructions, unsure himself, what was going on. It definatly made it questionable because there was bubble wrap on the floor for an unknown reason.

"Alright!" Savannah sighed as she walked to the other side of the room, past Alton and to a seat that held her laptop with a web page pulled up on it already.
"So, first thing from what I have found on this website." She crouched down in front of her computer so she could look over it a bit.
"Naturally, we will want to actually try to be quiet. Alton." She looked him in the eyes like she was really trying to stress the word.
His eyes glanced away in response.

Savannah's eyes returned to the computer screen.
"Secondly, Novians that sneak out into the human dimension tend to do it at night, so they can blend in, wearing black always helps. Going out on stormy nights are always better."

"Why? So we can be struck down by lightning?" Alton set his hands into his pockets, turning to face her.

"No, it's because of the noise of the storm. We can't always go completely silent. That's near impossible. But we do have an ability to go near silent. But we use the noise of the storm to drown out any sounds that we end up making. Like if we hit something or anything in the category, humans would most likely mistake the sound for the storm. It's also common for us to come out on a windy night. The wind can do a decent job covering sounds like that as well."

"Sooo, what are we gonna do? And what does Clay having a bell do for us?" Alton gestured to me as he asked, looking back over to Savannah.

"Simple, we aren't able to go out to the human dimension yet, of course. So we are gonna pretend that the bell is the wind making noise or a storm." Savannah explained with her hands on her hips.

Alton raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes going back and forth between me and Savannah.

Savannah exhaled.
"So meaning that in the human world, we aren't suppose to move too much when it's super quiet. It's easier for us to move when there's sound. So when Clay rings the bell, you try to walk on the bubble wrap, and when she stops, you have to stop and make things quiet when everything else goes quiet. Its almost like a game of red light, green light."

Alton breathed out, looking over the bubble wrap that laid on the floor then up to me and my bell.
He shrugged his shoulders up, staring at the wrap that laid before him. It seemed to be like his signal saying he was ready or he will try.

"Okay, Clay, if you please?" Savannah gestured to me with a small smile on her face. Asking me if I could start to ring the bell.

I looked down to it in my hands then to them.
I-Is there a certain time you want me to ring this? O-or do I-"

"It's all up to you, you are the wind. We don't need to know when you start or end, that's what makes the challenge." Savannah smiled happily towards me.