ReBirth Of The Primordial

With nowhere to run the girl clutched two terrified children to her c.h.e.s.t as she took in the maelstrom raging over the mountains towards where they huddled.

Ten: "Don't turn around, just hold on tight to me."

Nine…

Eight…

Seven: "Shh, shh, it's going to be ok."

Six…

Five…

Four…

Three: "Close your eyes and count to ten. It'll be all over then."

Two…

One: "I love you both."

The last thing the girl heard were the screams of the two children, the little hands fisting her clothing tightly. The last thing she felt, the terror of trying to protect their frail bodies right before the winds slammed into in them and the Earth opened her maw and swallowed them down whole.

Zero: Nothing.