The Story of the Awen

by Cecils-graham-cracker

The substance is the most fragile thing this Earth contains. In one freak accident it can be either reconstructed or annihilated. Turns out, Jam is going to find this out the hard way. His world is turned upside down once he gains the knowledge of something that could cause the universe to be completely obliterated.

6. Blinding Light

Jam couldn't sleep for the second night in a row no matter how hard he tried. He was suffering from extreme paranoia. What if someone somehow contained the Awen? What would happen then? Jam knew he was being foolish but he honestly was afraid. Too much had gone on lately for him not to be. He looked at his clock: 5:30 AM. Jam sighed.

"Time to get up anyway, I suppose." He slowly got up and hobbled to where his coat was hung. He noticed that he had slept in his tux. He groaned again, feeling gross. He shrugged on his coat and, taking a small step, tripped over something and landed nose-first on the hard floor with a sharp thud.

"Ow..." he whimpered, holding his nose.

Bringing his hand away, he saw fresh blood.

"Haven't I lost enough blood already?" he moaned to himself.

The last thing Jam wanted or needed was a bloody nose. He slowly got up and walked slowly this time, to where his shoes were. He happened to turn and look out the window. What he saw confused him. He'd happened to look out his window the same moment that a soft green light flashed in the clouds.

"Odd..." he murmured quietly.

Jam walked softly to the window and opened it, peering out. People were going with their lives and he seemed to be the only one who had noticed the flash. He looked up again. Doing so was possibly the worst mistake Jam ever made.

At the moment he looked up, the green flash was seen again, but this time it was blinding. Jam had to shut his eyes tightly. He felt himself be thrown against the back wall of his room. His back crashed halfway through the wall, leaving a deep pent. He fell, hard, onto the floor in a crumpled heap. Jam had landed on his arm at an awkward angle. He thought he could hear the sickening crack of bone and his screaming. But that was the really strange thing: Jam couldn't hear anything. Nothing. The only thing he heard was a muffled cannon noise when the green explosion happened. Other than that, nothing. It was a silent explosion. There was nothing at all.

The last thing Jam saw that night was a shape that looked like a girl bending over him.