Opal Grainwind Chapter 11

Our new lives begun, one week had passed, Burrowbee was thriving. The new peace collapsed when the sky changed. Bright blue became purple. Shining daytime stars and twirling clouds replaced the normal sky. The villagers paused duties forgot we craned our necks and gaped. Dread terror drifted down from above swirling like angry winds. No person knew the source of the fright yet we all wailed like babes. A bloody swath cut people were slain many were quickly dead. Whence came this murder? They had been cut by an enormous blade. Did that frightful wind murder these folks tearing their heads and limbs? The terror vanished swift as it came, our sanity restored. The dead lay so still proof of this thing that no one can explain. A blinding, white light suddenly burst all of us shrieked in pain. When my vision cleared, I then beheld two people in the sky. They carried weapons I did not know. Red flames sat on their brows. Their feet touched the ground. They ignored us as they approached…