It's the gentle serenity that lulled the senses into an easy calm.
It's the calm before the storm, they say.
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The first warning should have been how quiet the skies were just before dawn.
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The sun didn't shine the next day either. It seemed almost eerily foreboding, that the unease of the area be heightened by a subsequent entering of bad weather. Summer storms were persistent realities but hope beyond hope had yearned for their absence to prevail until departure.
A gentle wrapping of fingers against glass gently rung throughout the massive dining hall.
"I'm predicting that I'll leave tomorrow."
Blood welled from a worried-away spot inside the lip, skin roughened and raw.
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Tomorrow came.
The watch shown a brighter green, clear and bright in the dim hall.
Hastily, fingers madly scrabbled at logging in a location. A minor glitch in the powering circuit and nothing. It sputtered obscenely as all haywire tech tended towards- a warning message, viable options, before a heaving sigh and death.
"Oh no."
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That night faint, distant growls carried across the night- low and hissing, trailing, murmured. And moving.
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