Somewhere, deep inside the sea, a creature turned its head.
Slowly.
It blinked one huge eye. It was confused. Something inside it was beckoning it in a way that it hadn't in several years.
It could be almost be heard sighing in annoyance, as if saying 'here we go again…'.
One gigantic foot after another, it turned 180 degrees and, with the same massiveness that only it could achieve, started trudging through the button of the sea.
Somewhere else, deep inside a thick jungle like forest, a black robed priest was chanting incoherently over a makeshift altar.
Another priest approached him warily. He was dressed less heavily from his mumbling leader.
"Great One?"
The praying stopped. The Great One turned around and gave his underling a piercing glare.
"I have ordered not to disturb me while I am performing The Ceremony!" He growled with an icy voice.
The younger priest fell to his knees and groveled in the dirt, face down.
"Forgive me, oh Great One, but I was requested to inform you that it has moved!" His voice shook with both fear and excitement.
The leader did not react.
The lesser priest continued,
"The Watchers on the northeast shore received news that It has began to move out of pattern…!"
A short pause. Eventually the head priest addressed down at the groveling man.
"What number are you?"
"34, Sir."
A blood-chilling smirk contorted the leader's lips as he said,
"You have done a good service, but for your impatience, you will die now."
Later, No. 30 to 33 came to pick up what remained of No. 34.
There wasn't much left, anyway.
Later that pleasant afternoon, 'The Great One' was in his hut. The news no. 34 told him were bothering him far more than he showed to his underlings.
Currently, he was striding back and forth inside his jungle-surrounded house, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!?" He hollered at the top of his lungs.
"W… We don't know, Oh Great One…"
The leader smashed the dining table with his bare fist. This caused his robe's black hood to fall from his head, revealing a slender face.
'The Great One' was a man in his mid thirties. His face was delicate and quite elf-like. Around his head flowed a long, luxuriant mane of grass-green hair.
"Are you trying to find out?!"
"Yes… We discovered nothing… S… So far." The other person gulped and continued. The voice was feminine, "With all due respect, Great One, I don't understand your distress… This could mean that he has returned to us, no?" A certain hope shook her voice.
"Fool! You think I do not know this?!" He looked to his side and struggled to control his agitation. "It is the lack of information that furies me. There is a feeling of something… Unfinished in the air." He turned about swiftly and replaced his hood. "Leave me."
The woman bowed deeply and reverently, and left.
"Things are starting to move, my brothers!" He hoisted his arms to the sky. They gleamed unnaturally.
Nothing showed of his former anxiety but a nervous muscle under his eye.
The few dozen men in the room watched him silently under their dark hoods.
"As you probably know, 'It' has started moving. The time of rebirth is nearly upon us!"
The crowd wavered as excitement washed over them.
"Let us to the altars! The dawning of the end is here! Let The Great One come again!"
The robed figures started chanting a single word over and over, religious exhilaration was everywhere.
The leader lowered his hands and watched the people before him with tired eyes.
There is still much to be done before The Coming. In the midst of the chanting, he left the stage to the more quieter areas.
"Follow it." He ordered his second angrily, "Follow it at every cost and report to me the moment the source shows itself."
The woman nodded and left.
The leader left the collapsing old building in which the meetings were held and walked through the thick jungle around towards his hut. Cursing all the way and brutally killing anything that happened in his way.
A cell asked for more life material. The body did not provide. The body had just run out of that foreign, yet ever so essential substance. The cell sent out a nerval cry of pain and died.
A countless amount of other cells asked for the same thing, but the body could not supply.
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^_^; don't worry, I hope It will not stretch more than is needed.
