Just Behind the Weeping Angels, Saturday into Sunday, The Stroke of Midnight

Dec 05, 2010 04:19

Silent Night.

At first, there was nothing; the cold silence of a winter's night, when all the insects have died and the birds flown south. The alots and the teel dear were curled up in their little hollows and glens, huddled amidst their herds for warmth and company. Even the wind was silent. No fallen leaves whispered, no grass rustled. All there was was a ring of Stone Angels, glaring at one another with stone fangs bared.

All was calm.

Nothing stirred, kept away by the bitter cold or the uncanny aura the Stone Angels still gave off, even after years of being frozen in their ring. This was a place of great power and utter stillness, at least tonight. But though nothing moved and no one saw, that didn't mean it was ignored. Oh no. For Fandom had caught the eye of someone powerful and like called to like.

All was...BRIGHT!

And then there came a flash of brilliant light, breaking the stillness and the silence with an audible whoomph! as something flashed into existence. And now behind the ring of Stone Angels, where nothing had been, was a pair of large doors, one creaking ever so slightly open, as if in invitation. There was nothing more at first but those doors, but there would be. Oh yes, there would be.

In mere hours, long before the sun rose, there would be a Labyrinth.

[And thus the BDE begins! NFI, NFB]
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