7)
A Plague of Wolves & Ravens
Across
the wastes of Hyperborea a lone figure emerges. Swathed in robes no one can say
if this be a man or a woman. The figure appears in the distance and a blackness
seems to hover near them; and the ravens come. But then the earth seems to move
like a wave around this silent pilgrim and the wolves lope by. Hundreds of
them.
They
are a killing, scavenging plague that sweeps across the land. All creatures
flee before it. Entire villages are decimated by it with scant few survivors
who hid in attic or cellar, barricaded against this unstoppable menace. They are an army and they are winning their
war against mankind. They think as an army thinks. They run when a power
greater than theirs opposes them. They attack when their opponents are weak.
They conquer, but leave only well picked and gnawed bones behind them.
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