The church bells all were broken. No sound traveled through the air as the earth rocked, the foundations cracked, the people trembled. Where the people had silently prayed to hear sounds of hope, only silence remained.
They had hoped it a simple earthquake, but as the tremors continued with increased frequency, they realized their mistake. Buildings had crumbled, sidewalks cracked, glass shattered. No shreds of hope left in the once beautiful streets. Everything they had once cared for had been destroyed.
“I am your god now,” the creature hissed through its jagged teeth, taller than any skyscraper they could ever erect, larger than any part of the forest they could destroy to expand their once booming city. A mass of bones and teeth and rot and ruin, with a voice darker than the night.
The people instantly bowed down low, their eyes on the ground.
The church bells all were broken, but one young girl stood amongst the kneeling. One small voice in the hush of millions.
“No.”
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