-1Chapter One
Willow- South America
The wall of blackness seemed to grow darker if that was possible. The darkness had been growing taking advantage of the mayhem consuming the earth, feeding on the chaos. The scene changed, a car on an empty road, so desolate it almost hurt, suddenly a sign was there and then it was gone, so quickly. It had read: Cleveland- 15 miles.
You could almost see it now, the faint glow of light, the hum of life. Light flashed and the scene changed again, this time on a crowded street. A dark cloud was descending, waiting for the right time to strike on there helpless little heads . Someone lit a sparkler, the white light exploding into a thousand little fireworks in his hand. Throwing it in almost slow motion, it left his hands. Spiraling until it hit one of the trees setting it ablaze. A woman screamed.
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Willow Rosenberg sat straight up in bed, her heart racing. The gauzy curtains fluttered around the floor to ceiling windows that went all the way down one side of the long chamber, they were spaced with about six feet in between.
Kennedy stirred then woke.
"Willow, what's wrong?" she said groggily.
"I had a dream Kennedy, we have to leave."
"What? Where?" she said, slightly more awake now
"It's gathering." Willow said ominously, the full moon adding nicely to the scene.
"Yes but where?" Kennedy said fully awake now
"Cleveland."