dark times

A young girl of about seven years old went missing. I was devastated. Before her disappearance, she had attended a place where I was working - perhaps a school of some kind. She was a loving child with a sweet round face and dark hair and eyes. Her family was a wonderful tapestry of colour: some tall and black-skinned, others lighter-skinned - all beautiful. She was collected from the school by someone we assumed to be a member of her family and was not seen again.
Later, a woman arrived and delivered two children to the school - a baby girl and her older brother who was about three. He was a very blonde child with a very dark energy. Even at such a young age, his presence disturbed the other children and he was intent on wreaking havoc. Somehow, he conjured up a spell that set in motion an evil wind. Wild animals rallied and nature roared, warning of a terrible time ahead.
Later still, I was sorting through a suitcase, doing my best to find the most practical things to wear. I knew that outside the door of the room I may encounter violence for a war was at hand. I found sturdy shoes, layers of clothing in dark colours and a bag to carry water. Most of the items in the suitcase I put, regretfully, aside, hoping that I might make it back one day to enjoy them.