In The Night She Said

- The gods are coming.
Found didn't know how to feel when his sister told him that. They where both beneath the heavy blanket of their bed, whispering across the lighted candlestick.
He felt assured at first. Maybe this meant their problems would be over. Maybe he would be safe now. There would be no more reason to be scared or anything to be guilty of. Then he felt a big fear. A huge feeling of fear that he never knew he was capable of. If the gods were coming, what would happen to the land? He pictured in his head a barren wasteland where the wind constantly blew. There was no way of telling what would happen to the world if they came back.
- Don't be silly. It's nothing like this, his sister said, reading his mind through his eyes, as she would always do when he began to daydream. The gods are the land. They are the crops growing and the fruits coming. The birds and the trees tell me of their coming, they all seem to sense it. And the rain too.
- The rain speaks of ancient contracts. Old agreements that are still flowing in the country, like an invisible current, like a secret vein of blood. The whole land is bound by spells done by the gods. They are strong as strong is the wild world. When they come back, they will show us this invisible currents and hold true to the ancient agreements done with the trees, and the rain, and the birds.
Found looked out of the window to the cold night. The dark forest was there, even if he could not see it or see the trees that flung about in the wind.
He sharpened his ears, trying to recognize powerful footsteps that crossed the woods. All he could hear was the dark dark wind, always blowing, always charging. The old house creaked with sounds, some of them very scary. He could also hear the people downstairs, and someone climbing up the long creaky stairs.
- Someone is coming. He said.
His sister blew out the candle.
- We should sleep, she said, turning in the bed.
- And you should not worry.
Found tried to go back to his hopeful thoughts he felt before. He laid in the dark for long hours, trying to find reasons to be cheerful and good. The wind never stopped to blow that night. The darkness covered everything in the world, so it seemed. The old house resisted foolishly, with its many sins. And something very wrong was going to happen.
Found tried to pray. His sister woke up and glanced at him with eyes full of mockery, but also compassion.
- Do not worry my brother. The gods are coming back.
He shuddered.
In the next morning, his sister went to the forest to gather some wood and she never came back.