illumination
"the sky is falling!"
The strangest thing about that day is that nobody noticed anything until the fog descended down upon them, asphyxiating and gray and dense and much too difficult for any of them to comprehend. The sky, once a blend of red and orange hues, was now dyed black, and nobody could see any farther than an inch away from their face.
People are dropping on either side of the walkways, black critters scuttling over their bodies, sapping the life from their still-warm bodies. It is unbearably hot inside of the castle, and those that can still walk tear across the library to shove open the wide double-doors in an attempt to breathe cool air.
The bridges and halls are filled with these crawling black things, pools of black splashing around ankles and the ragged breaths of the running, the dashing, the fleeing fill up the gaps of silence between screams.
There are tiny lights, rising above the fog, illuminating faces and creatures that shy away from the light. The lights turn and speed away so quickly that some wonder whether or not they were really there at all.
Lightening crashes around them and there are people falling over ledges and into the mist below. Those tiny lights are still racing away, one by one, and those that can, dash towards the rising falls and in their haste, fall into the water.
Lightening crashes and there are screams flashing just as briefly.
Lightening crashes and children cry in the confines of the castle, trapped on the elevators that seem more like cages, hovering in an abyss filled with nothing.
Lightening crashes and people are murmuring to each other, dead or alive, murmuring quietly because all that is left is faith.
Lightening crashes and the world is ending.