After the storm was over—a full seven days and six nights of being homebound—a group of my friends and I got together outside of the Puttingneg city library after the martial law was lifted and streets cleared. The library sat on three acres of land. It had a garden and beautiful pond with gold fish. The castle shape library had four towers and many windows. The building was made of marble bricks. As you enter the front entrance, the oval double doors was made of solid bronze. James, Cindy, Paul, and I stood there in our winter coats, gloves, and hats. In the parking lot stood mounds of snow from the street, clean up. I was getting a headache from the bright white snow. A shiver rolled down my spine, causing me to shiver. “I wish the summers in Puttingneg were longer. “Cindy sighed. “I know.” She shoved her hands deeper into her pockets.
Cindy was my best friend. …show more content…
Cindy’s mother was the first woman mayor in Puttingneg.
While we continued standing outside the library, James, the librarian's son, smirked and said, “Do you know about the Shadow Snatchers?”
We all shook our heads. I had never heard of the Shadow Snatchers.
“Well,” James said, “my grandfather used to tell me the story of a mystical legend of people called the "Shadow Snatchers before bedtime.”
I was intrigued, so we urged James to tell us the story.
The Shadow Snatchers were a mythical tribe that believed in the ritual of snatching children's shadows. The priest would cast a spell over a sleeping child to steal his or her shadow when households could not honor an obligation. He would psychically take children from their homes to assist with the growth and protection of the tribe. According the legend, when a child became of the age of twelve, it was required that the parent sacrificed their child to the tribe for servanthood. The males would be required to serve as warriors and the female servant
Cindy was my best friend. …show more content…
Cindy’s mother was the first woman mayor in Puttingneg.
While we continued standing outside the library, James, the librarian's son, smirked and said, “Do you know about the Shadow Snatchers?”
We all shook our heads. I had never heard of the Shadow Snatchers.
“Well,” James said, “my grandfather used to tell me the story of a mystical legend of people called the "Shadow Snatchers before bedtime.”
I was intrigued, so we urged James to tell us the story.
The Shadow Snatchers were a mythical tribe that believed in the ritual of snatching children's shadows. The priest would cast a spell over a sleeping child to steal his or her shadow when households could not honor an obligation. He would psychically take children from their homes to assist with the growth and protection of the tribe. According the legend, when a child became of the age of twelve, it was required that the parent sacrificed their child to the tribe for servanthood. The males would be required to serve as warriors and the female servant