A Sky Full of Stars

The long black car, brought the rain. Or at least that was what we all believed. Somehow, whenever its wheels rolled past the town walls, the clouds above us thickened and Down. Poured. the Rain. The car was always what caused it. Or it might have been something else, something inside the car. But whatever it was, it was something that caused the perpetual haze of a storm to follow wherever it went. Of course though, no-one knew. The tinted grey windows never rolled down and the billowing black capes of whatever climbed out obscured the car’s interior. The other thing the car brought into the village was fear. Fear that the person leaving the village this year would be one of your own. They always took someone along with our hard mined gold, an unsaid warning. No questions would be asked. They left with questions hanging in the air, unspoken and the silent screams of a family echoing behind them. All unheard. It was like that every year. I knew because I felt the questions every year until the day of my 12th birthday.

When they came for me.

I sighed and stared out the window. I had caught a glimpse of a glowing silver orb in the middle of the car before it had been cloaked in the creatures shadow. The rest of the car was normal, uninteresting. So instead I watched as my life faded into the distance. The desert flashed past. I blindly watched the various Daemons prowling the sands. A pulse came from where I knew the orb sat. The ever-present strom crackled overhead. The car moved on.