Emerging

A Story by Keera Reyu

The day dawned cold, ice formed along the cracks in the window. Outside, the forest released its deathly shadows and brought in a sweeping ray of sunshine. It was pale, but it still felt good on bare skin after the long winter. The new sun hurt my eyes, but after so long we tend to get used to it, which helps us blend in. The forest was silent in the early morning, and our footsteps were muffled by the soft undergrowth, keeping our presence hidden from the occupants of the house. Our vision, acute, our hearing, sensitive, keeping us together as one focused on our mission. We moved stealthily, stalking to the large barn set behind the house, holding the object of our desires. After all these long silent years of waiting our chance had finally emerged; our excitement was beyond grasp, but we had to keep perfectly agile to remain unseen. The large door opened silently, and we slipped in, the darkness not an obstacle for our superior eyes. The barn was almost empty-the farmer had long ago rid it of its livestock. We flowed to the secret trap door set in the floor. It was doubtful the farmer even knew it was there. It was designed to be invisible, unless one knew exactly were to look. We knew. The door was opened, and we flew down the stairs into the hidden basement. There was dust and spiders, neither of which could bother us. It took several silent seconds to find what we were looking for. One by one we touched it with relevance, awed to be chose to stand in its presence. Our leader took it and carefully tucked it away. Back up the stairs we flew. The trap door was re-hidden, the barn door closed silently behind us. Long before the sun had cleared the horizon, we melted back into the forest, gone, without a trace that we had ever even been there.