To Make a Start

For days they had traveled in the dark beneath the ancient city, the legends of what lay beyond these ancient passageways had drawn them in, goaded them onwards. 

Nate was slightly ahead, the way was pitch black and so he was visible only in the light of her amulet, a cold bright light in this labyrinth.

"Dead end, yeah, ... wait" she saw his hand reach up, run along a wall. Instead of brick she caught a glimpse of something shining. 

Shining in the dark. "Nate, wait fo..." a small low click came as nate pressed a button.

The ancient slumberer shuddered. The earth shook. Around them all vibrations, deep rumbles, high pitched screams as the world shook and turned. 

"Cover!" she shouted. No one could hear, and besides, there was no cover. The tunnel was no longer dark, its rock faced edges held tight against a new dawn. Looking to her left, the ancient streets of the city swund alarmingly into view. They were.. flying? It was incomprehensible.

Screams broke out as people rushed from the temple. The familiar bell tolled like it was possessed, then the bell tower, ancient as the city walls, snapped clean in two and fell to dust. 

A middle aged man, balding with a semi-circle of black hair and a contented round belloy, rushed to his window to see the composition. Poised to shout, he was thrown off balance as half his house ruptured, cracked, and then raised above the ground. He fell, landing on his own flower bed. Stunned, he wondered what in all the gods name this was? A painful dream, the end of the world? He knew no answers.

A child on a wheely wobble, stopped in their tracks mouth open. The hill smoved, the road was shaking. Ahead the school she knew so well gave a great lurch, the roof rippled like some piece of cloth being flicked out to dry in the sun. Then all fell, dust and a horrendous crashing noise added to similar noises here and far, a crescendo of overpowering sound and dust. Great rents appeared in the ground, the school vanished. 

On a small prominatary of rock, the child curled into a ball. the cobbles just around them intact.

A floating mass blocked the sun, the screams and howls of people injured and diing rent the air, but were dull compared the the dull continuous thunder which emanate, permeated from that thing. Darkness, confusion, so end most things.