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They held tight like barnacles onto the asteroid as it plunged passed stars and moons; a giant, rounded lump of rock catapulted out from a place beyond depiction. The ball was as dark as graphite and they were darker still; their cells lay slumped within it's geometric carbon and would be dormant for many myas to come. The nights were lingering, the sun was waiting it's turn; a gentle fog drifted low on the rambling pastures. A family of three were nestled inside of a farmhouse tucked behind a dozen hedgerows; their lives were calm and constant, however somber things got. It happened, there and then. A hurling chunk of molten rock, much reduced by an eternity of celestial impacts, slammed into the cornfield; a stone's throw from the building itself. Smoke radiated from the pit, a scaly creature was slowly unmasked; four brawny arms each with three tusk-like claws and one armored tail that swayed slow and menacingly, as each of his many eyes we're awoken from an age of slumber. Decisively, it approached the porch. "Did you hear that bang?!", said a girl standing behind her brother's door. "It wasn't a bang", her brother corrected. "It was a thud, like the sounds you just made on my door." "It was much louder than that.", she refuted. "It made the whole house shake, maybe the old oak tree fell down or something." "Or what?", he snapped with the vexation of having his sleep cut short. "Should we ask Dad?" "No. We'll quickly look downstairs together. Then we can go back to sleep." They made their way tentatively downstairs and saw nothing unusual. "I'm hungry", she said grabbing the cereal box from off the counter; she shook some into a bowl and heard a curious 'plop'. "Look what I found." 300 words |