Materialising Figures
The sky began to darken to an inky black, the gust of a windy breeze swept unheard over the land and shore. The stars embedded in the inky sky began to illuminate. Nothing disturbed the island.
Until, that is, a figure dimly lit in the shadows materialized in the darkness. At every possible angle, the figure was impossible to identify. The jutting of their jaw seemed brittle as a bone. The wisps of hair framing their eyes and the broadness of their shoulder suggested the figure as male. Apart from that, he merely blended into the night.
Another figure apparated into the night, he bowed down to the hem of the first man's cloak, kissing the very tip of the foot.
A cruel smile plastered across his face.
His maniac voice rang out, "It is time."
The two men waited patiently and were soon greeted by the swish of seven cloaks in the night sky. As if trained they formed a circle around the first man. He gave them a look that invited them closer.
"Come closer my children. Come closer my brothers…"
They crowded in closer, and in with each step it seemed as though the air was being sucked out, as though there was no going back. A door closing, a book turning a new page. But still no going back.
He continued in the same mirthless voice,
"It is time, a time to gain the trust of me. A time to prove that the bonds we have created will be neither created by others other than me nor destroyed. Remain faithful; prove your loyalty for the time has come. Those who have let their spirit loose, join me in the adversity that we will inflict upon those who have made our live distraught. Those who have disgraced the name of wizards with the impurities of accepting the traitors. For walking together, will those who put an end the pure bloods be; the ones with the right to be educated and accepted. Not the filthy half-bloods, muggles and muggle loving fools, who are no match for the future of wizards, reunite my children under my grace and domain for I will give you your promised world. My vision. Our vision."
He paused as he took in every masked face, he was certain others would join him, but he was also certain that these would never desert him.
"It is time. The time for those materialising figures to reborn the darkness of an era. An era of materializing figures."