The Elves

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Just as they were going to figure out the question.

The windows of their house darkened.

Grey covered, replacing the sun rays that explored the rooms.

A chill went down everyone's body.

A chill they never have felt before.

Bumps crawled over they're dark brown skin.

Gasps, puffed out of there mouths.

What was this?

Was this a llness?

Hope and Noah rushed to the window, eyes widened at the sight.

The sun was being replaced.

One of the four moons shielded its warm light.

A eclipse.

Seconds of waiting in the loud silence.

Nothing.

Nothing moved, or happened.

Loud as a new born baby born, a scream of terror turned everyone's heads to look who it was coming from.

Hopes pupils dialited, as she watched through the window of the women screaming for her life.

Crawling like a emerging tide to shore.

The women's skin hue, turned to blue, undertones of grey thunderstorm clouds, like the cold.

Her sun like skin tuened grey and unhealthy.

The coils of her hair, colour of healthy of a squid ink, but now bleached platinum.

The irises a lagoon of opal jewls, now cream.

There she stood as everyone watched and was speechless.

Silence again.

But not for long.

More screams from men and women filled the silence.

And everyone's question answered for today.

Hope stept back from the window, trembling.

Mouth dry.

Noah watched in terror.

Both ran and embraced each other.

Their skin and iries still the colour of black opal and vantablack.

Coils and kinks still nappy of nature and God's gift.

But why were they still the same?

The screams stopped after five minutes.

The whole tribe, that were outside were different.