A FEW MINUTES AGO
A cold night, and a peaceful silence that lingered with it. It spelt harmony and stability that one could dream of obtaining without actually obtaining it.
The wonders it brought were tranquil, as it was ominous.
The night was a time of peace and calmness but with it were the activities of the night.
Creatures, demons and people who use the cloak of the night as a shield, hiding them while they actively go on their tasks.
This was one of such nights, and the peace that hung over the Homeric Academy for Gifted Children was bound to fall.
At the gates of the Remembrance Hall, further to the Portal that opened during the day, a slight crack permeated through its space.
Two pillars stood apart from one another, an empty space in the middle, serving as the conduit for the Portal to anchor on.
That Portal was closed, but cracks, hidden from the depth of the naked eye, had grown.
