The Lost Race

I'm trying to write the story from a comic I gave up on here yaaaaay it's going to be terrible.

As a child, some hear rumors whispers of spirits haunting the schoolyard. Sometimes you know something is there, but it is never seen. That cold gust of wind, the eerie creak of the trees. The silence before the rain.

The universe knew little of this mysterious ancient species. Rumors of abductions, cloaked ships, and evil hive minds pass in whispers at the mention of them. They never left a trace.

Until that day.