by B Melty

Created on: February 09, 2010

   Ox sat alone under the shade of the tallest parasol tree on what he saw as his hill. Overlooking the grassy hills surrounding the village below, he would watch the people going through their daily rituals. The children played with dogs in the field while their mothers hung laundry. Men would work on the plots of soil which nestled carrots, turnips, and other delicious greens. Ox was a curious spirit which never worked with his inability to look before he leapt but it never caused him too much distress. He would wonder where the birds were heading to in such great numbers or what the squirrels in the trees were laughing about. Ox would watch every day around the same time as an old, blind man would go down to the lake and cast his line from the small dock. He would wonder why no one ever told the man that there were no fish in it. He admired the way the wind rolled over the earth, swift and serene. Once in a while it would rush with such force one would think the world had held it’s breath for a moment and let it out in relief.  Ox enjoyed watching the land and was never bothered. The people didn’t really seem to notice Ox most of the time. Ox knew he had found his own private paradise. While the cool breeze brushed aside his hair, Ox sat.

    Ox had always been attune with the world around him so it was strange when this feeling hit him that couldn’t be described so easily. Then quickly, it was if Ox had been slapped in the face with a rainbow of sensation and a potpourri of different emotions was poured into his brain. A million random images flashed in his mind, but the one feeling that stood out to him was the most overwhelming sense of death. He wanted to rush to the village to tell someone, anyone, but what would he say? He looked to the south and saw that he would not have to tell the denizens that something was wrong as the sky, the trees, the grass; the world was being sucked into darkness. The wind died and the day turned to night as the sun was swallowed up. Ox dropped to the ground as an earthquake erupted with such wrath the mountains started to crumble. He recovered to watch the houses crack like eggs as screaming children ran for their mothers. People ran for safety in the open fields. The blue water disappeared into the earth at the old man’s feet as he sat either unaware of the chaos or simply impervious to it. The evil drew

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