The wind rustled through the woods, bringing with it the haunting whispers of the night and the sickly omen of doom. Little Jackson Lane could almost taste the ominous feeling in the air and he held tightly to his mother's robes as they made their way deeper into the faintly illuminated woods.
"Mother" he called, tugging lightly at her dress "Why are we going to the dark place?!"
His mother bent down and whilst cradling his face she spoke softly to him
"We are going to make the world alright again" She said smiling "who knows we might even bring papa back"
That was the last time he ever saw her smile.
They soon reached the clearing, joining up with the remaining people who had long since gathered there, some of whom had begun chanting indecipherable words
"You're late!" A loud voice boomed behind them
Jackson instantly recongised the voice as his Grandfather swooped him up eliciting a squeal out of him
"Little tyke" he said in his loud baritone "are you ready for the best night of your life?!"
He nodded quite vigorously as he was brought back down to earth
"Well then get in formation!" he bellowed causing him to squeal excitedly as he ran to join hands with the chanting lot
"it will work" he heard his grandfather whisper to his mother just as he ran ofg
When the moon reached it's peak in the sky, they began the chant
"Oh, aixeca't de les cendres i torna a omplir el món" They chanted in unison
Jackson most of all seemed to concentrate most, his mind affixed on the angelic being he'd been promised and so he chanted louder pouring his very heart into it. His wish was soon rewarded, The howling winds seemed to still, and the faintly illuminating moon was covered altogether by dark clouds, directlly above them a gap opened up spewing out the creatures they'd begged to reign down, one by one they fell from the darkened heavens. Only whatever had fallen from the sky that night were no angels.