There was once a man among many men;
Was it in the Middle Age or was it long before,
When he appeared before the priest, bleeding from his eyes
And on his hands were written words of doom.
“Once every 50 years, a child shall be born.
He shall be able to see evil but bow his head in front of it.
The rule he has to obey is only one: never interfere.
He will watch and regret; he shall wait, knowing that the darkness will rise again.”
Ever since, every child born at every 50 years on a full moon has been killed. However, throughout time, that story became insignificant and the world forgot it ever existed.
“Mommy, why is the sky so dark?” asked a six year old Zoe Lestrade, hiding behind her mother in fear. Her mother looked at her daughter questioningly.
“What do you mean Zoe?”
The girl frowned and tightened her grip on her mother’s hand. Zoe could see it even if her mother couldn’t; the sky was grey and dark mist was flying around.
A woman walked towards them and hugged her mother. They seemed close. The older woman leaned towards Zoe and patted her head.
“You’re such a cute little girl, aren’t you?” The woman smiled, but Zoe was too preoccupied with the woman behind her mother’s acquaintance. Her eyes were black and her hair was white. She was really pale and didn’t look friendly at all.
The peculiar person noticed the young girl staring at her and cracked a weird smile before disappearing.
“Come on, Zoe. Let’s go buy cake for your father’s birthday. Aunt Lucy will join us!”
The girl nodded. When she turned around she saw that pale woman again. She just appeared in front of her.
“You can see me. You can see the darkness, can’t you?”
Being only a child, Zoe screamed and grabbed onto her mother’s leg.
“Zoe, what’s going on? Why are you crying?”
She was grabbing the attention of the whole street. Zoe couldn’t stop trembling and her face was stained with tears. The pale woman cocked her head to the side, scaring the child even more. Her wide smile looked sick, like she had been petrified with that expression before she died.
“Shh. This is a secret. Even if you tell her, she won’t believe you.”
The child only cried more.
From that moment forward, the darkness around Zoe Lestrade intensified and became like a veil, covering her from the rest of the world.