"Everyone, pack your bags. We're leaving."
As they heard his words, they first didn't register them in their minds. For their minds were too busy with processing the yellow beam that they had seen rise in the sky dyeing it golden.
But it was then, That he spoke again, repeating those same words.
...what?
Why are their bodies moving?
Why were they doing what he just said?
What...was moving them?
Only Elijah stood rooted to his spot as if his words didn't have any effect on him...but the rest...did so without questioning it.
They couldn't speak.
They could only move their bodies to do what he said.
He began to move, and as they turned their eyes towards him.
All they could see, all they could register in their minds in the cold and desolate land.
Was not his hair that was fluttering a little. His hair that was as white as the land they stood upon.
And it was not his face.
