Later that night as the Gypsies campfire crackled under the moonlight, strange sounds could be heard coming from all parts of the lands near and far, it were as if something was happening, something for which there has not been anything like this in ages. In Fact, the last time these sounds could be heard were right when most of the men had disappeared and the village was overcome with fear and plagues. But, these were different that those of years past. These were like Cries of joy perhaps. Just as suddenly as they had started, the sounds grew quiet just as an eclipse took over the moon creating a darkness which left a certainly uneasy feeling for all the village. Shutters could be heard closing, doors slamming shut and being bolted down, it were as if something was coming that night. Certainly something was about to happen and soon. Over by the stones where the blue hue was, it seemed to grow stronger like it was being summoned. Was the young Gypsy woman creating all this?? or was it something a lot more sinister. As the sky darkened even more a couple of old bums burst forth from the surrounding waterways, both of them were drenched and covered in all kinds of seaweed and moss. The odor that surrounded them was so strong even the village pigs turned up noses as they past. As they approached the campfire the gypsies were gathered around one of the men suddenly dropped to his knees and bowed. None of the Gypsies turned toward the men, they kept on chanting softly in a tongue unheard in many many years. Even the Jelly fish which seemed so out of place floating and hovering on land were seen drifting toward the gypsies, Timmy the tree was struggling and struggling to move and actually broke his roots loose enabling him to move also toward the campfire. Everything and every one except the locals were all gathering around the Gypsies and this young woman who seemed to be summoning something. She turned showing only the whites of her eyes as if in a deepened and heightened trance. Muttering louder and louder her voice seemed to pitch higher and higher screeching like a Banchee getting ready for war or something. It was loud enough now to wake the dead. Just as suddenly as the darkness fell from the eclipse it was over. Stars were shinning brightly and a chill fell across the land with a mist. The young Gypsy stopped and quietly whispered "it is done" and with that she stood, turned and walked into her tent, leaving all who were there both amazed and fearful for none of them knew what the light in the morning would bring.
Written by Gwen Gudkov ( Roughneck)
Official Storyteller of Hidden Sanctuary Events
Written by Gwen Gudkov ( Roughneck)
Official Storyteller of Hidden Sanctuary Events