Marks of Power

The town of Favarel is very remote, surounded by mountains and a thick forest on all sides, that make it almost impossible to get to.  In fact there is only one road leading in and out of town.  It's a very quiet town there are only about 500 peopleliving here. 



500 humans that is, the official sign outside town says 501, but I've never really included  myself with them.  I live just outside of town on the highest hill over looking it.  You can't get to my house by car, you have to walk.  It's located in a small valley on the hill.  You can't really see it from town just the spire on top.  A short walk from my house takes you to the very top of the hill, from which you can see the whole town.



That's where I'm sitting now, watching the town sleep while Evanesence wails out of the headphones around my neck.  The ground is cold tonight even with my black trench coat flaired out around me.  It's been getting colder, winter's on it's way.  Soon I won't be able to sit out here all night like normal, but no matter how long I actually get to sit out here I always found it relaxing to watch the town at night. But tonight there's something wrong, I don't know what it is but lately I've had this feeling of dread and its been growing.



Something bads about to happen, and it's going to happen soon.