I drift through the clouds as terror unfolds below me. I fold over my wings and land gently on a nearby star to rest and observe through my telescope what is happening below. The first thing I see is the islander running for the hills. Their huts are scattered in thousands of pieces. The wood chips can clearly be seen embedded in some of the elders limbs. Thankfully they are just small wood chips. I heave my telescope to one side and get a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower.
"Woops to far,
you silly telescope" I say quietly to myself, but after quickly darting
my head around to make sure no one heard me. Even out here in the middle
of the Milky Way, there is fear someone might hear something you don't
want them too.
I swing my telescope back to the island. Since I
have been gone seven more viking-like boats have appeared. I can see
many muscular men all with the same tattoo on their right shoulder. It
looks like an eagle with a spear in it's mouth in some sort of ring.
Probably a cultural thing. I guide the telescope over to the mountains.
Half of the village is there already but the elders weren't so lucky.
They have been captured and put on boats. I wonder what will become of
"I'll have to come back tomorrow" I say as the telescope clicks off.
To be continued...