It was a beautiful summer day as the child ran through the grass in the vast field. Her eyes were as green as the grass around her and they twinlked with laughter in the sunlight. The white tunic she wore was flowing as the wind picked up while she continued to run straight into the forest. She stopped short, digging her heels into the muddy earth. She closed her eyes and listened. Taking a deep breath, she followed where she was told to go by the great whispering wind, the meadow in the middle of the forest, where she would find her mother sitting near the tree trunk awaiting her arrival.
Her speed picked up as she ran towards the field, faster and faster, untill she landed with a tumbleand a laugh in the grass and into the field. She opened her eyes and there she saw her mother gazing down at her.
"You're late." Said the deer. The girl sat upright from her position.
"Sorry mother, I was at the staring out at the ocean for such a long time. Then the wales came to talk to me and they took me for a ride around for awhile. Oh mother; I wish you could have come!" The child flopped down in the grass again, laughing at the memory.
"Well, surely I'll have to change myself into a whale later on and we'll go swimming together. Now, pick up your Orcarina and play me a tune, my dear, I haven't much time left in the human world before sunset."
"I know, I know."
"You know why I can't be here past sundown, correct?"
"Yes, mother, you've told me a billion times. That's when the darkness comes out to hunt kind spritis and turn them evil."
"And why do they want to get my spirit?"
"Because you're Mother Earth and if they take over you, they take over the planet and make it evil, like they did the other planets out in the sky."
"What a fine memory you have, child. Now, play me a tune on the instument." The child nodded egarly as she began to play her instument. The notes flowed together in perfect harmony and created the most beautiful tune any creature would hear in their lives. The deer, the girl's mother, closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the music. Her daugheter was a fine little girl, and she was a pure as the clean mornign air on a warm summer day.
"Very good, Pangaea."
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The late spring breeze filtered thorough the screen door of Alfred's kitchen. He inhaled the scent, and smiled. This was his favorite time of year, what with all the cookouts, birthdays, and weekend getaways with Matt, there was always so much to do.
Except for today, for some reason.
As the T.V. blared the wews from the next room over, he listened intently for a few moments.
"So far there have been a total of four crimes related to the end of the world 2012 theory. As the number begins to rise police are taking more and more action against the…" Blah blah blah. Everyone knows the Mayans thought the world would end long before their calendar did so they only made it go up to a certain date. Some people are fools.
"Tony!" Alfred called. The little green alien peeped out of the doorway of his room and looked at Alfred. "What are we gonna do today?" Tony made a face and pointed to the list Alfred had made a couple of weeks ago. Alfed stood up and peered at it. Everyhting was crossed out accept for one thing…clean out his storage closet.
"UUUUUUUUUUGHHH. No." He said defiantly to his comerade. Tony pointed to the broom and mop and garbage bags in the corner. "NO." Tony pointed to the phone.
"No! Don't call England, all he'll do is complain that he doesn't understand Martian. Again. And you know what he did the last time you called him." Tony's eyes went wide. "That's right, he called the Government on an Alien sighting and you almost got deported. You know, you're the only illegal alien I like." Alfred stood up and sighed.
"Fine, you win. I'll go get changed and start cleaning. Happy?" Tony gave a thumbs up, and then proceeded to go play Xbox. He had n00bs to pwn at Modern Warfare 2.
Alfred changed and grabbed the cleaning supplies from the corner and made his way to the hallway storage closet. When he opened it, he was greeted by a great cloud of dust and the smell of dampness. There were boxes and other things cluttering the shelves, ranging from papers and medals to pictures and rocks.
This was going to take forever. May as well get started now.
And so, there was Alfred, three hours later, covered in grime and going through boxes. And by going through boxes, I mean playing an old handheld game he had found in the first box he searched through. The battery then gave out, leaving Alfred to let out an "Aw!"
"Well that sucked! I was so closeto kicking the gym leader's ass too." He crossed his arms and set the console down, and looked up.
All of the boxes looked the same, all packed on the shelves in boxes and bags minus one that seemed almost falling off of the shelf. So Alfred stood and began to rummage through the misfit box. Inside was a bunch of junk like pictures of him with past presidents (his current one with Obama hung neatly on the wall next to the picture of him and Matt that one weekend out in the mountains), but what seemed to stand out most was a small velvet box. It looked worn with age, no doubt from sometime in the late fifties, and it was covered in dust.
Alfred cocked an eyebrow and picked up the box. He didn't remember this. He tried to pry the lock open but he couldn't. Odd. His hero strength usually demolished such foolish things like small boxes ( and yet it couldn't help him kill Russians in Modern Warfare.)
He shut the closet door behind him with a slam and placed the small box on the end table by the couch in the living room in the almost direct beam of sunlight. Just then, his phone rang (the national anthem, what else), and Alfred went to answer it. While he was in the other room, he didn't see the sun move ever so slightly to put the box in direct sunlight. The box shook for a moment as it began to glow, and suddenly, the intricate lock on the box popped open.
"Mattie, it's like, the wieredest thing ever. It wasn't in my closet the last time I cleaned-whoa! Hey, it opened." Alfred said into his phone.
"Very funny Al, boxes don't just open at random."
"Well this one did!" He lifted the lid of the box up and peered inside. There, in the center of the box, was a small metal ring.
"It's a ring." He said, lfiting the item from its position. He observed the ring with much curiosity. It was small, only about as big as the width of his pinky finger. It was made up of a metal material, most likely iron of nickel, but it wasn't rusted. In fact, it was in perfect condition.
"Where would you get a ring?" Matt asked.
"Dunno." Alfred said. He slipped the ring onto his finger. It fit perfectly. Just then, the ring began to glow again, and words began to form on the outter side. Alfred gasped. "Dude, the thing just…wrote words on itself!"
"…Alfred, what has Tony been feeding you?"
"I'm serious!"
"Well what does it say?" Matt asked.
Alfred was silent for a moment.
"Alfred?"
"It's in the old language." America said after a long moment of silence. "I can barely make out what it says…I can read 'the sun' and 'cannot' and 'moon',other than that it all looks like jumbled up."
"…Alfred, what does it look like?" Alfred described it to his twin. There was another silence.
"I'll call you back."
Click.
What was that about? Alfred continued to look at the ring for a minute before it hit him, he had a book with an explanation of the old language in it!
He scrambled to the bookshelf (covered in dust, like the closet) and began to flip madly though the pages, untill he got to what looked like an alphabet. Score!
Quickly, he scratched out the english equivalent of each funny squiggle and line. After he did, he pulled back into the light to read what it said:
"The sun cannot rest without the moon."
His phone rang again, Matt.
"Alfred, I have a necklace just like that. There are no words on it though…"
"Put it on!"
"Fine fine! Give me a second…ah ha! Here we go. Mine's in the old langauage too!"
"Can you read what it says?"
Another silence.
"…No. I'm sorry but I don't remember the old langauge much."
"Look, I have a book that has the old language in it-"
"Where did you get that?" Matt asked.
"Swiped it from Arthur when I was mad at him a couple of years ago." Alfred said with a grin. "Not the point. How quickly can you get here?"
"Well I haved to call my boss and let him know but-"
"So the next flight out?"
A pause. Then a sigh from Matt.
"Sure."
And that's how the end of the world started.