Brian Dempsey
Creative Writing
The True Story of a Lunar Whale on a Midnight's Summer Dream
The stillness of the air wasn't cold or warm. Everything that was in the darkness looked at a shadow moving through the air; the size of the object didn't compare to the black of the night. Even the littlest stars made their presence known by talking to one another as the craft carried along making its millennial circle of the night. Some days if you looked up closely, you could still hear the whale's songs left behind in distant memory. Sounds of the ocean and waves crashing could be felt with each passing by of the giant.
Nothing but relaxation could be felt as far as the eye could see. Some say the giant never sleeps, while others have the feeling it is protecting the night's sky. The real reason will never be known. It isn't all happiness though for every four hundred years, the giant goes into space mode and has no control over the inhabitants or life forms that may be in danger. Fierceness startles those closest by with a taste of death. The dripping fangs form in the night and begin to let loose a wave of terror. Those that have witnessed it either never recovered or never lived to tell the story. Though as the years pass and silence is still felt, a greater force is felt moving slowly through the night.
The name of the entity is uncertain, but its power and gracefulness overcome our giant friend. Star formations and accurate descriptions depict the war of the giants over the past ten million years. No one knows why they fight or who wins. The only certain fact is one day; one will befall before the other. Doom and victory both await their turn. As we catch up with our unawake friend we find that it is almost closing time. What will become of the universe and those living in it? Will the heavens rain down fire and wrath, or will the skies clear and paradise break free from the chains of destruction?
In the meantime there is no need to worry about those. Our friend is leaving no time soon, and it has its arms surrounding those both helpless and afraid; and for those who're able to take care of themselves sometimes has troubles watching out as well. Though this isn't a competition, it is about learning your true song and passing it on to the next being. Once the night is glazed with harmony nothing will stop the giant from protecting. As the stars continue to brighten, the crystals continue to give off their warmth. That is what the enemy is after; a crystal that exceeds the power of any other form other then the giant itself. As the night sky disappears, all is turned off without notice. Memories are erased, and lives are destroyed. The giant is the only thing that can survive the difference from evening until midnight. This is the true story of a Lunar Whale on a Midnight's Summer Dream, this is only the beginning…