Their town was under attack. Who was it this time?
They raced through town, dodging
broken windows and fallen trees. Garbage cans were being lifted in the wind,
strewing garbage through the deserted streets. The wind was taking on a strange
circular path through town. The sky turned very dark—almost black. Lightning was streaking through
the sky, followed by loud rumbles of thunder. As they ran down Main Street,
lightning lit up the streets that were being harshly pummeled by the swirling
gusts.
They found the town hall
standing tall and strong against the wind and its violent elements. They
charged up the staircase and ran through the front double doors that were already
standing wide open. Todd hoped that they weren’t entering another trap,
unhappily remembering Wolf’s doors that had been also waiting open for them.
This time, Father John was
in the doorway.
“Hello, Father! Is anyone
else here?” he yelled.
“No, just me,” shouted
back the Father.
Shana looked at the
priest. “Father, why are you here and not at the church?”
“The church has lost its
roof and its beautiful bell tower. I would never have believed it if I hadn’t
witnessed it with my own eyes. The church has stood strong and solid for over
two hundred years and has never been damaged by any storm. And we’ve had plenty
of storms much more vicious than this one.”
“We’re now facing a new
danger that can destroy everything in its path,” Todd said. He was hoping that
his guess was wrong: that they weren’t about to meet an indestructible force
head-on.
