AN: Hello everyone. This is something I've had in my head for a bit and I hope you enjoy it.
Leaves rustled as the sun made its path, slowly sliding down the sky. The leaves reflected its color, a bright amber glow encompassing the land around it. It was almost as though the world was on fire.
A man stood nearby, looking out of place in the world bathed in light. His eyes scanned the distant suburbs, squinting at the brightness that jutted against his eyes. It seemed as if the sun couldn't go down fast enough for him. And, indeed, as the ball of fire fell further and further below the horizon, the more comfortable he seemed.
It seemed fitting that the man who was dressed completely in black would be more at home in it. Even his hair was a black the color of ink, his skin an ashen gray. As the last sunray left the sky, a smile crept over his face, one that, should anyone see him, make the hair on the back of their necks stand on edge, an uneasiness settle around them. One might even mistake him for something not entirely human.
But this man had nothing to worry about. He knew that he would not be seen, as he had not had eyes set on him for years now.
Suddenly, a sound approached his ears; distant, yet unmistakable. It was the sound of sand. He turned his head, quickly making sure to hide himself in even deeper shadows. Bright golden sand, almost similar to the light rays that had disappeared only a few moments ago, appeared from behind an overhead cloud. It danced across the sky, seeming to have a life of its own, forming animals and bright pictures.
The man watched silently as the sand entered the homes of the people below him. After a few moments, the sand departed as quickly as it had come. When he knew it was safe he walked to the hill, looking down at his target; a two story house in walking distance from where he stood. It seemed quant, but he knew the inhabitant that lay within. Yes, he thought.
"It is time to set the plan in motion."
AN: Tell me what you think and thanks for reading.