She couldn't move. He had her right where he wanted her, needed her. With just a glare from him she became totally submissive. "You understand what is taking place here?" She shook her head frantically, brown curls falling this way and that across a pale face. She dared not speak. Anything she said would be ripped up and thrown back at her with a sharper edge. "Because you won't understand me any other way - Your days are numbered. Not you personally, I mean your race. You're making way for -us-. . ." " . . . We're the next step in natural evolution. We aren't quite like you. Not so deaf to the silence of the cosmos, blind to the vision of ascension and dumb to the wisdom of spirit. The old world is at an end." Us? She thought. He read her mind. "Unimportant, that being our origin. We are -here-, and there'll be more of us. Much more. I predict you will naturally cease to thrive on this planet as a tree sheds brnaches that have failed to cultivate the sun." His hands never touched her. They didn't need to. His strength was of no physical manner. It was something so entirely beyond the norm, yet expressed as naturally as human beings breath, walk and think. "You don't have a choice in this process. No choice at all." -"How? can't we change?" "Change into what/ You are what you are. How can you take steps when you are blind in the first place? You either do it or you're done." "Well . . . Maybe we need to be . . . " She closed her eyes, detaching herself from his prying vision. "We need to embrace the darkness." Her heart raced with fear as she opened her eyes again. A symbolic gesture of embracing that shadow . . . To her surprise, his fiery glare had subsided, his energy could even seem to compliment her's . . . She skipped a beat as a grin rose from him. "Perhaps there is some hope for you. That of course, is up to you. If you are blind, the darkness is your light. Think about that one." He vanished. Disappeared. Gone into the shadows of the night. She slid down against the wall, letting the evening sink into her. "Darkness . . . " She murmured, flicking off the light . . . and the pale moon beamed across her living room floor.
you have a real knack for writing, i thoroughly enjoyed that. great details and very interseting, id love to read more of your stuff. honestly.
A little bit of that stale old epic good vs. evil / light vs. darkness thing going on there, but still, that was actually a bit interesting.
NICE! (All stories have been told. Wellll Isaac Asimov got a couple newbs recently.. anyway you tell this one and it suggests to me you have some fascinating personal background. Obviously a wee bit o' spiritual work ) Yes: More please
