Glimpsing Darkness
I cowered behind the tree just outside my village. Crouched and covering my ears to block out the sounds of men, women and children dying.
And the smell...The smell.
I'd done as my uncle had told me and covered my pretty hair in mud and scraped my face with rocks and dirt. Tossing on one of uncle’s oversized tunics and cloak.
Hide how you look.?Uncle Tom had told me.
I did.
But I had returned and watched in horror as the sorcerer strolled through our village. Dressed in black and followed by licking black tongues of smoke.
He lifted his hand, and a man running at him with a blade was thrown back an impossible distance until he slammed into a tree and slid up it as though lifted by an invisible man. Then his neck craned to the side with a loud snap,
