Larsovor

Part of my novel that I am writing.

A man stood silently on the edge of the world. He knew the end was coming. The wind was whispering silently through broken trees, the fluttering of tropical butterflies gone, as though snatched by an invisible hand. The sky above was like a clear, ebony canvas,stretching and flexing on to the point where the man was standing.Then he heard it: "Kill him!" They were coming.