The One

A Pocketful of Posies

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The calmness of Spring's showers is gone. The sky seems mad as it roars, lightning jumps around dancing the dance of macabre, running across the seams where earth meets with sky, the thunder, accompanies her, brings the wrath of heavens down on mortals as they ran helter- skelter, seeking refuge from the drenching, freezing drops.
The winds seems hurried. Tasked with the burden to uproot trees and shatter branches, they ran wild, howling and bawling, like a naughty child. The sky bellows and grumbles as if rebuking for delay and winds yelps, shaking trees and breaking branches. The storm thrashes the forests, the trees fights against each other, seeking to lay low, to let the punisher take out his anger on their neighbors. No such luck,  as the sky smite one small gnarly tree, with a smack of lightning, and it lit up burning. The wind encourage the fire, cheering the bright red demon as it arise from the punished, fallen husk of the tree. The rain does nothing to stop the outrage of the newly born red wraith, as it runs across the forest, as if playing tag and engulfing the caught trees and animals in a heated embrace. The lightning falls again, competing against the red scourge, and together they paints the forest in a fiery red color.

My daydream end, broken with a gasp as I rose from my nap. The weather seems dreary and wild, for a fortnight we endured such tyranny, but today the atmosphere seems thirsty. Like a parched man stranded in a desert, searching for a drop of water, it seeks blood. The thunder claps, I  hear the war drums roar in their beat. The consequent silence, accompanied with the mild moans of wailing wind, feels suffocating.
My heart feels heavy and stuffy. My breathing hurried and my nerves shaking,  I reach for my pendant.
The thunder shrieks again and the ground shake as a whimpering kid hiding from punishment.
My pendant brings me no comfort. My mind feels too chaotic denying any chance of relief from my morose thoughts.
A bell tolls, I hear its call, reverberating within our sacred hearth and echoing in my bones. The fresh scent of moist soil brings me relief, my mind calms and my pendant feels warm at touch.
I relax and exhale.
My peace vanish as I recall the true meaning of the bell.
The silence continues. Anticipation hangs heavily in surrounding and the moon rises amid the sky.  Seemingly pale and weak,  her regal pride can't be denied as she fight against the forbidding embrace of dark clouds. She walks out and the clouds hurry away from its path, as servants hide from an angry master. Sky's restraints seems useless against its rebellious child. The shine of moon fills the earth. Out for a few moments,  her cold silvery gaze stare at the broken foliage. They seeks her touch, the trees rumble against wind's hold, asking for the moon's protection. She turns back, gone inside the curtain the clouds drew for their young master, but not before giving a signal, beginning the hunt, calling the predators out of their hideout.  
The wolf's howls echo in the scenery.
They have arrived.
It's time.
It's time to move.

Wayne's POV

The rings of my phone pulled me out from my stupor. The caller name brightened with the photo of Gwen. I finally realized my situation, as I blinked back to consciousness. His words rang in my ears, the severity of his tone made me shiver. I couldn't detect any lie or joke in his reprimand. I felt dizzy and nauseous. I washed my face again and again, to wash away all the remnants of those overwhelming emotions, but I felt more and more sick.

Finally, I dragged my feet towards the door, answering Gwen's message. The watch showed how long I stood by the mirror. My mobile's screen gleamed with time 7:20pm. I remembered Gwen's request to come back home before eight. It surprised me that I stood for about thirty minutes leaning against the basin, with no one coming to look for me. A glance at the phone proved me wrong.  Apparently when I fell in a daze, Gwen texted me about twenty times and called me about ten times, without any answers. She probably didn't got to enter because of school rules against intruders. I texted her to wait by the gate. I could have invited her outside the gym, but the party would be in full swing and she dislikes noise.
As I returned to the gym, to say goodbye, I stumbled upon her. Stacy Lewis, the head cheerleader dressed in a gorgeous black dress, nodded to her girls and shooed them away as she turned to me. Her smile felt inviting and I grinned back.