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The Night of the Mist

Story of Night

By Zayn Published 28 days ago 3 min read

In the small town of Arborville, the nights were usually calm and quiet, but this night was different. The air was thick with an unnatural mist that seemed to glow with an eerie light. Residents stayed indoors, sensing that something was amiss, but a few brave souls ventured out, drawn by an inexplicable urge.

Maggie stood in the middle of the park, clutching her younger brother, Tom, tightly. She had tried to keep him inside, but his dreams had been filled with whispers, urging him to come to the park. Maggie's heart pounded in her chest as she looked at the figures emerging from the mist.

They were people, dressed in white, their faces blank and expressions unreadable. They moved in unison, a silent march towards the siblings. Maggie could feel Tom trembling in her arms, and she tightened her grip, trying to shield him from whatever was coming.

"Who are they?" Tom whispered, his voice barely audible over the hum of the mist.

"I don't know," Maggie replied, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her veins. "But we have to be brave."

As the figures drew closer, Maggie noticed that their eyes were not vacant as she had first thought. Instead, they glowed with a strange, captivating light. It was then she realized these were not ordinary people but beings from another realm.

One of the figures, a tall man with a gentle face, stepped forward. He looked at Maggie and Tom with a mixture of sadness and hope.

"We mean you no harm," he said softly, his voice resonating in the cool night air. "We are the Guardians of the Mist, protectors of this land. Long ago, we were cursed to remain in this form, bound to the mist, unable to communicate with the living."

Maggie took a deep breath, her curiosity overcoming her fear. "Why have you come now?"

The Guardian's eyes flickered, and he glanced at Tom. "The child has the gift. He can hear our whispers, understand our plight. We need his help to break the curse and return to our true forms."

Tom's eyes widened. "Me? How can I help?"

"You must come with us," the Guardian said, holding out his hand. "There is a ritual, an ancient ceremony that only one with your gift can perform. It will be dangerous, but we will protect you."

Maggie felt a surge of protectiveness. "He’s just a boy! There must be another way."

The Guardian shook his head. "He is our only hope. If the curse is not broken, the mist will consume your town, and we will remain trapped forever."

Tom stepped forward, surprising Maggie with his resolve. "I'll do it. If it means saving everyone, I'll do it."

Maggie wanted to protest, but the determination in Tom's eyes stopped her. She knew she couldn't hold him back. "I'll go with you," she said firmly. "Whatever happens, we face it together."

The Guardians formed a protective circle around Maggie and Tom as they moved deeper into the mist. The light grew brighter, and the air hummed with ancient power. They reached a clearing where a stone altar stood, covered in runes.

Tom stepped forward, guided by the Guardian. He placed his hands on the altar, and the runes began to glow. The mist swirled around them, thickening and pulsing with energy. Maggie watched, her heart in her throat, as Tom chanted words that seemed to come from deep within him.

The ground trembled, and the air crackled with electricity. The Guardians raised their arms, their bodies shimmering as the mist enveloped them. There was a blinding flash of light, and Maggie shielded her eyes.

When she opened them, the mist was gone, and the park was bathed in the soft light of dawn. The Guardians had transformed, their ethereal forms replaced by human bodies. They looked around, bewildered but free.

The tall Guardian approached Maggie and Tom, gratitude shining in his eyes. "You have done it. The curse is broken. We are free, thanks to you."

Maggie hugged Tom tightly, relief washing over her. The townspeople began to emerge from their homes, drawn by the commotion. They would have questions, and there would be stories to tell, but for now, Maggie and Tom were just glad to be safe.

As the sun rose over Arborville, the town seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief. The mist had lifted, and with it, a new day began, filled with hope and the promise of a brighter future.

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Comments (3)

  • Jesse J. Rivas22 days ago

    That is a great story! Looking forward to more...

  • Dawnxisoul393art27 days ago

    the suspense builds as Maggie and Tom find themselves confronted by enigmatic figures from another realm. The author masterfully sets the scene, creating a palpable sense of tension and curiosity. The introduction of the figures with glowing eyes adds an intriguing supernatural element to the story. The reader is left captivated. We are very happy to read this work and deeply moved Zayn, liked it, and hope to read more of your works, thank you very much for sharing this wonderful journey of the soul, subscribed.

  • Sweileh 88828 days ago

    Thank you, follow my stories now.

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