Prologue - These things weren't meant to last

~If you are reading this, then realize that you are reading the old prologue to the old version of "Moment of Darkness." As of this moment, everything is being updated and fixed and the new plot lines are completely different. Thank you all for reading though, :) ~

    Everything was alive with sound. The pond, pulsating with energy from the toads and fishes who swam joyfully through the water. The trees that welcomed their presence harbored its own rhythm with its sparrows and finches that cooed to their neighbors in a glorious song that rose to the heavens and put all those around it at a harmonious peace. And even closer than that, in a log cabin, built by the hard-work and effort of many men, there was an abundance of screaming children, rambunctious in their ways and bounding throughout the home, desperate to catch the attentions of their elders.

     And then, with a harsh snap and crackle of sizzling embers of trees, it abruptly came to a stop. The birds whose songs has mixed with the frogs and the fishes, halted. The screaming children inside of their once secure home, faltered. Like a plague, panic spread, oh so dreadfully catching. The birds took flight, frogs dove for the hope of safety in the water, and fishes huddled themselves towards the bottom, beckoning the frogs closer and holding the oxygen from their gills in unsuppressed shock and utter terror.

     In a bright red flash, the forest was kindled in a disastrous flame that consumed everything. The humans, locked inside their wooden structure, fell one by one, falling under the power of the smoke that forced itself into their lungs. The flame licked around them, as if they'd a mind of their own. Biting into this and that, it consumed the house and all of its relics; everything except the beings who'd inhabited it.

     Seemingly unharmed, the family stood up. However, something didn't seem quite right. Their pupils were a blanket of white, like a winter bliss explosion behind their eyelids. Somewhat blackened skin rolled off of them and piled in oozing heaps. An eye popped out of the youngest boy's head, leaving a hole to see right through his skull. A harsh moan filled the air as one took a lumbering step forward as if uncertain if it would hold. It didn't, and she took a clumsy fall, not even putting her hands in front of her to take the brunt of it like a normal, fully-functioning human would instinctively do. The rest of the family behind her shuffled to their feet, then taking a few unsteady steps to the right – then to the left. Eyes pondered over unmoving objects in the landscape, and one sniffed the air. Its eyes widening, he snarled ferociously then took off in the direction of fresh meat.

The saddest part was – no one ever saw it coming.