Story 2: Chapter 2

The crowd was silent. The only sound left was breathing, not solely from Elizabeth who had collapsed onto the ground from exhaustion, but from those surrounding, in a pure shared moment of absolute awe. The wind outside had stopped, trees halted in their swaying, birds stopped singing. 

Then, a furious clack of thunder sounded, like a primordial horn being blown from another age. The fabric of the tent began to rustle lightly, then harder and harder still, and the whole tent in its entirety was ripped upward in  the blink of an eye, rushing into the sky like a fish caught on a line. 

By the time the audience had a chance to blink their eyes, chaos had erupted: rain fell down like a net, covering everything under the sky; animals cried out, terrified; people the same, everyone was reduced to their very base nature: fight or flight. Everyone except for Elizabeth.

Richard saw standing there,  David chiseled from the same beautiful stone that was Venus- in an unfaltering, idyllic stance. The eye of the storm. 

He knew this day was coming, and as scary what it was, he felt ready.