The Sighting

Darian stood outside his brother's home, rain cascading around him. The sun had just set, though it had been dark for hours. The storm did nothing to soothe the town's mood. If anything, it was seen as the fates conspiring against them. Darian was not the only man standing guard outside; many others attempted to protect their families, or what remained of them.

A piercing wind made Darian grab at his coat, pulling it closer around him. Tears streamed down his face, invisible due to the rain. It was only two days gone that he had buried his family. Whatever this evil was that had come upon Glenstow, he knew they had done nothing to deserve it.

Oh God, Emilia! You didn't deserve it! With the weight of his loss bearing down on him, he found he could no longer stand and collapsed onto the steps and wept. He had not wept for long however when a piercing shriek came from inside his brother's home.

Darian unsheathed his sword and ran inside toward the bedroom where the scream had originated. The door was closed; Owen had barricaded it from the inside for protection. Oh how Darian cursed that plan now. Some of the other men of the village had come to his aid, and soon they had broken down the door.

He first saw Nora, Owen's fiancee, sprawled across the floor, blood on her face. As he ran to help her, he saw Owen and froze. Owen's lifeless body was being held by a figure, cloaked in shadow. Rage boiled inside of Darian. "You won't take any more of my family!" he screamed as he rushed at the figure.

It dropped Owen and raised an arm, striking Darian as he was lunging, causing him to collide with the wall. Darian's vision became dark as he saw the other men running toward the figure. His thoughts were slow, his consciousness fading. No, don't... No more... Death... The darkness overcame him and he was gone.

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