The Dark Lord Arises
On a fall afternoon, the wind was silently blowing, the last of the leaves falling off the dead and resolute trees. Passersby of this neighborhood quickly scuttled for safety, for they had heard some very strange happenings along this lane. Innocent people suddenly screaming in agony, weird boils erupting from their skin, levitating in the air. But the most peculiar. You would see strange characters dressed in black robes, even in the summer heat. Their robes would swoosh around their ankles, barely audible over every day noise, yet you would always strain to listen to them, then running away to tell your neighbors of what you saw. And every time they caught sight of you, they would turn their backs, and disappear. You would blink a few times; do a complicated math problem in your head, just to make sure you haven't gone crazy. But maybe you have. Or maybe, you had just had your first encounter with magic.
The Kirks were preparing for dinner, the littlest of the Kirks playing with a toy truck.
"James, please, get up before someone trips over you." His nanny waved her hand at him impatiently.
He clumsily got up, and climbed on the cushions near the window. He liked peering out at the big world, seeing people running around. That's when he saw a woman. A beautiful woman, like the Barbies his big sister had. Black hair fashioned into a grown out bob, red lips standing out on pale skin. But she did not look nice. She had an up-turned nose, like she had something smelly under her. And her eyes were hard and cold.
"James!" his nanny interrupted his people-watching, "Don't fog up the window pane. Come eat dinner. I already cooled the mashed potatoes for you." As his mother fussed over his cowlick, trying to tame his hair, he turned around for just one more look. But she was gone.
N/A~ This is my first Dransy fanfic, and a bit sloppy. Sorry, be kind.