Dec. 13th
7:27 am
We awoke to the sound of a large commotion. People were shouting, animals were screeching, and there was a lot of clanging. Voices too muffled to understand, and too full of authority to ignore. I rose from my cot, wrapping the thick blanket around myself as I strode over to the window. The floor was cold, but I was used to it.
As I approached the window, I saw people rushing up and down the street. All adults; no children to be seen. They were fully dressed and carrying all means of thingy-majigs and Who-haws. There was a single man with a big bushy mustache in full plate armor, standing on a platform shouting orders. He had a sword at his hip, and a shield on his left arm. I knew something was going on.
I threw open the window to listen in. "Get the shelters ready. Start moving people down. Protect the east side. Block the entrance. Organize a defense force. We cannot afford to waste time. Run!" The armored man kept shouting order after order, many times making strange gestures with his hands. If the hand motions meant anything, I certainly could figure it out.
I ran over to my brother's bed. He had pulled the blanket up to his mouth, debating whether to hide, or act brave. I decided he was too young to worry about the commotion, so i gave him a big hug, and told him to stay in bed while i found out about the noise.
Then there was a flash, an ear-shattering blast, and i found myself across the room. The house was half gone. There wasn't even any debris, it was just gone. But what was even more nerve wrecking, if that wee possible, was the utter silence. I thought maybe it was just me, but the commotion on the street had dissipated. No man on the box shouting orders. No adults moving random pieces of junk around. No anything.
I think I passed out, because I don't remember anything after that...
7:27 am
We awoke to the sound of a large commotion. People were shouting, animals were screeching, and there was a lot of clanging. Voices too muffled to understand, and too full of authority to ignore. I rose from my cot, wrapping the thick blanket around myself as I strode over to the window. The floor was cold, but I was used to it.
As I approached the window, I saw people rushing up and down the street. All adults; no children to be seen. They were fully dressed and carrying all means of thingy-majigs and Who-haws. There was a single man with a big bushy mustache in full plate armor, standing on a platform shouting orders. He had a sword at his hip, and a shield on his left arm. I knew something was going on.
I threw open the window to listen in. "Get the shelters ready. Start moving people down. Protect the east side. Block the entrance. Organize a defense force. We cannot afford to waste time. Run!" The armored man kept shouting order after order, many times making strange gestures with his hands. If the hand motions meant anything, I certainly could figure it out.
I ran over to my brother's bed. He had pulled the blanket up to his mouth, debating whether to hide, or act brave. I decided he was too young to worry about the commotion, so i gave him a big hug, and told him to stay in bed while i found out about the noise.
Then there was a flash, an ear-shattering blast, and i found myself across the room. The house was half gone. There wasn't even any debris, it was just gone. But what was even more nerve wrecking, if that wee possible, was the utter silence. I thought maybe it was just me, but the commotion on the street had dissipated. No man on the box shouting orders. No adults moving random pieces of junk around. No anything.
I think I passed out, because I don't remember anything after that...
