"Over hill and under stone,
He travelled far and wide,
And through the misty mountain pass For over seas his legend died."
A shadow fell over the moon. Wind blew softly in the treetops, and the ground shook. Across the sea, waves were rolling roughly, and rainfall had commenced over the small port-village. Three faint figures were standing next to the ocean, one of the figures a woman holding a baby in swaddling clothes. The people seemed to be discussing something very important, for the tone of their voices was rash, and rather worried. At length, after much talking, there was a rumble of thunder and the woman began speaking.
"Jack, you must hurry. Take Anya and get out," she said hurriedly.
"We'll come back for you when it's safe," whispered the first man. He kissed the infant on her soft forehead. The man walked over to his wife, who had given the baby to the second man and was now crying uncontrollably. "Elizabeth, I'm sure everything will be fine. Jack will get Anya somewhere safe. And we'll be able to fight off this thing before it gets too out-of- control. It's only for the best. I promise you this."
Finally, the woman, Elizabeth, stopped her sobbing and unfastened a necklace that had been hanging on her neck. She leant down next to the infant girl and whispered, "Take care of this for me. . .I'll come back for you when it's safe, little Anya. I promise. Just be safe, Anya. Be safe. And wake up with the sun. . . Just never forget me."
Anya let out a squeal.
Suddenly - almost too suddenly - there was an uproar. Elizabeth's vision became unclear. There was a stinging pain above her navel, and she was falling. . .Falling deeper, slower, into the slowly fading darkness.
And through the misty mountain pass For over seas his legend died."
A shadow fell over the moon. Wind blew softly in the treetops, and the ground shook. Across the sea, waves were rolling roughly, and rainfall had commenced over the small port-village. Three faint figures were standing next to the ocean, one of the figures a woman holding a baby in swaddling clothes. The people seemed to be discussing something very important, for the tone of their voices was rash, and rather worried. At length, after much talking, there was a rumble of thunder and the woman began speaking.
"Jack, you must hurry. Take Anya and get out," she said hurriedly.
"We'll come back for you when it's safe," whispered the first man. He kissed the infant on her soft forehead. The man walked over to his wife, who had given the baby to the second man and was now crying uncontrollably. "Elizabeth, I'm sure everything will be fine. Jack will get Anya somewhere safe. And we'll be able to fight off this thing before it gets too out-of- control. It's only for the best. I promise you this."
Finally, the woman, Elizabeth, stopped her sobbing and unfastened a necklace that had been hanging on her neck. She leant down next to the infant girl and whispered, "Take care of this for me. . .I'll come back for you when it's safe, little Anya. I promise. Just be safe, Anya. Be safe. And wake up with the sun. . . Just never forget me."
Anya let out a squeal.
Suddenly - almost too suddenly - there was an uproar. Elizabeth's vision became unclear. There was a stinging pain above her navel, and she was falling. . .Falling deeper, slower, into the slowly fading darkness.