The Sword That Refused to Move
The moment just seemed to go on. It felt really heavy like the walls were waiting to see what would happen next. The walls themselves seemed to be holding their breath like the people in the room. The air was thick, with tension. You could feel the moment hanging there waiting for something to happen.
The air was full of dust that looked like stars that were not moving. It was very quiet so quiet that Leon could feel the silence pushing against his ears. Even the sound of his heart beating was too loud. It was like a drum beating in a room where everyone was being very quiet and listening to the dust and the heartbeat and the silence. The room seemed to be waiting for something to happen. The dust hung in the air and Leons heartbeat kept going one beat at a time, in the quiet room.
The sword did not move.
The person did not twitch.
The light did not glow.
