Here's another chapter. Wow, that gets boring. Starting it like that. Hmm, I guess I'll just have to reword that. Moving on…
Chapter 8:
Night had fallen in Roswell. The weather was clear and cool, typical for a desert. The woods were quiet, with the exception of the soft rustling of the trees.
There was a clearing in the woods and what was normally empty during the night hours, now had eight dark figures gathered in it.
The group had come separately, all agreeing to come to this spot. They had gathered, forming a clump, no one daring to speak. All waiting for the messenger supposed to come.
Time slowly past, and 10 o'clock came and went. They were starting to get restless. At about 10:25, Michael finally spoke, something all of them had feared to do.
"Your mystery girl blew us off! Face it, she's not coming," he spat angrily.
"Maybe she's late on purpose. Maybe it's a test of some sort," Alex said, defending this unknown girl.
"Or it's a trap and now we're screwed, thanks to you," Michael shot back.
"Spaceboy, chill, you're being mean," Maria said, trying to calm Michael down.
"No! I won't calm down. We're sitting here like ducks for who knows what! I can't take it anymore," he shouted.
Suddenly, a bright, white light filled the clearing. Michael immediately stopped speaking as they all flung up their arms to protect themselves from the blinding light. Slowly, the light began to fade and standing in its place was a girl.
The girl had olive tone skin, strong cheekbones, full lips, and hair the color of cinnamon. She was dressed in a sari that changed colors from gold to red to blue to green and all the colors in between. She wore no shoes and stood there with her arms held out slightly in front of her, open palms facing the group.
A communal gasp ran through the group at the sight of her eyes. Even more brilliant than Alex had described, the startling contrast between bright green and dark brown.
"Oh my God, Alex, you were right," whispered Maria, almost at a loss for words.
She smiled her slight, enigmatic smile at them all. Then she spoke, something the others weren't expecting, her voice just as it had been the night before.
"I come bearing a message of the stars, of a destiny sealed since the beginning of the universe. Please hear my cry,"
First of all, I'm so sorry I took so long to update. I've just been really busy with exams (ick!). I do have a lot more time now, so I will try to update soon.
Secondly, I'm sorry about the cliffhanger (can it even be considered one?). I just couldn't resist.
Thirdly, I apologize for the sheer tinyness of this chapter. This are gonna start getting longer, though, so don't fret!
A huge, whopping shout out and thanks to those who reviewed (Trude, Martyjeannine, JonBgirlT, & jazzypunker).
Yes, as illustrated last chapter, I have a humorous side and like to show it off. Plus who couldn't resist a little squabble over something over who is more connected to the aliens? I sure couldn't! J
See ya next time. Same place, different time.
-Gifted Empress