Quiet Fear

"Tick tock goes the clock, its time for the mass of the dead." A menacingly jolly voice called down the street.

"Why so soon? The followers of Ifrit are growing bolder by the day." A worried voice replied through a whisper. "You must go and hide, wait for the mass to conclude."

"But I do not wish to leave you." A young voice replied through tears.

"You mustn't cry my dear for they will sense your sadness."

"Come now, come now, get out of bed and you just might keep your little head." The jolly voice called, growing closer.

"Hurry now! Go and get in your secret room." The worried voice said ever softer.

The sound of broken doors and muffled screams provided the unholy chorus of this wicked mass. Light steps scurried across the wood as the terror grew heavy in the air.

"What's this? What's this? A little one, hidden from our cleansing sun?"

"I assure you, there is no one else here." The worried voice answered through the window.

"Oh my, oh my, a lie you've told. Why must you think to be bold?"

Broken glass and muffled scream started the next verse.

"No, no, where have you gone? There's no need to fear new dawn."

Stifled sadness and fear rang loud in the midnight air.

"There you are, oh there you are. I knew you couldn't go far." The jolly voice sang, growing closer and closer.

A broken latch opened the door, fear overwhelming young voice they cried, "No!"

"Oh my dear what have they done to you, there is no need to be quiet and scared any longer." A kind voice and beaming smile said from the doorway.