by Phoenix in the Ashes » Friday 7 March 2008 5:08:00am
Linda had a weird look on her face again.
"Linda's right, this thing is dangerous, I'm sure of it," stated John. "But I'm fairly sure it must transport every one that's wearing the necklace, so if we were all wearing it, yes, I think we could all go back in time."
He was distracted again by the look on Linda's face. "What's up?" he asked. Then she crumpled to the ground.
"Linda!"
The sky darkened; rain clouds started to deliver their load. Suddenly, lightning could be seen and thunder could be heard in the distance. Strong gale force winds were bearing down on them, and uplifting plants from their roots. Scared, the three noticed movement on the hill above them.
There was human-looking shape bearing down upon them. He or she or it was wearing a long black hooded cloak, so none could see their face. The trio stood defensively around Linda, looking ready to fight if it was necessary. Tancred had his fists up, and John attempted to look bold, although his leg was still causing him great pain.
Sarah took the initiative: "Who are you?" she called. The figure did not respond, but approached them at a quicker pace, hood still drawn down. They were all very scared. The collapsed Linda took a sharp intake of breath. Something was happening to her, but what? John thought.
The figure was now standing next to them, and it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female.
"You must leave," the hooded person said. The voice was male, and John thought it was familiar. "Go, now."
"Go where?" Red asked. "You're the only dangerous thing I can see around here, and if you don't back off right now I'll knock you out!"
"Not where, and don't be such a fool! I know who you are, Tancred Myck. You must leave this time now. There is no place on Earth that is safe for you right now, the dangers are everywhere, whether you can see them yet or not -" the man jumped, turned around and ducked at what appeared to be a bolt of coloured red light that seemed to have a powerful force propelling it that John was instantly fearful of.
"Flee!" the hooded man shouted. "You must flee now!" He dodged another beam of light (this time yellow) and the trio of teenagers were now almost lying flat on the ground in he mud, nervous of something so unknown but obviously dangerous.
Linda had woken up. "Everyone get under the chain!" she shouted at them. The cloaked man was now hiding behind a tree, and an unknown assailant seemed to be continuously firing these shots of light at him. Then the attacker noticed the four of them, and seemed to turn his attention toward them.
This man was not cloaked. He held the instrument that the beams of light were being generated out of in his hand, and from a reasonable distance and through the pouring rain, John could only see what appeared to be a stick.
The attacker raised the light-gun in his right hand and pointed it towards the quartet.
"We have to go!" shouted Linda again, and fumbled with the wet hourglass pendant in her hands.
They heard a distant shout, a terrible outburst of fury that John could describe as nothing but a curse. In horror, they watched as the hooded man that had given them the warning of danger leapt out from behind a tree and pushed the four of them out of the way. Sarah screamed as a bolt of bright green light hit the man square in the chest, and he crumpled into the mud, lifeless.
Then time went backward and they saw him return to life, hide behind the tree, dodge the beam of red light, and disappear altogether. They saw Linda un-collapsing, but then the rewind sped up and none of them could see any more detail of the weird world around them.
When they stopped, John had a look around the garden. The oak tree was still old, but perhaps not to the same degree as before. Some of the smaller plants and bushes were no longer there, and many of the trees were slightly shorter and thinner. There was no longer rain, although there was a slight drizzle. What he saw next nearly made him collapse. Playing by the small pond were four small children who were laughing happily. John smiled; he remembered that he and his friends had played that very same game when they were young.
For some reason his eyes were drawn to one of the children in particular. Then he clicked - he heard gasps on either side of him as the others also understood the truth of their situation - and stared in amazement at their six year-old selves, playing happily in the shallow water.