Novel & Cerita Bring Me The Horizon When The Snakes Start To Sing

Tears burned in my eyes as loud, lively music played outside. I picked up the diamond ring from the floor. It still sparkled under the lights, but it did not seem as bright as it used to be. The cheers from outside made my head feel heavier, and my body was burning up. Before I knew it, I was leaning against the cold wall, slipping into a dream. In the dream, Nancy held me tight, telling me she believed in me and loved only me. However, then, everything changed. She was in Hank's arms, calling me "number 147."

I screamed. ​She ignored me. She stood at the very edge, her arms spread wide, her silver and gold hair glowing with a light that was painful to look at. She began to sing. It was not the mournful song of the depths; it was the song of the North. It was the sound of the wind in the pines, the crack of ice in the winter, and the heartbeat of the wolves. ​“You are not welcome here!” Winnie’s voice boomed, amplified by the resonance of the entire kingdom. “This is the land of the sun and the salt! Return to the dark!”

She said menacingly and turned into sand. The moment the last bit of her fell to the ground, There was a ripple in the sound, followed by more ripples, and out of the blue, about a thousand dessert snakes flew into the air aiming right for me.

At that moment though, a tremor ran through the canyon and rocks began to fall from the walls due to the earthquake. All the snakes in the pack lowered their heads in fear in the direction of the white mountain. Even the newly evolved rank 4 beast turned to look at the mountain with reverence as a loud hiss engulfed the valley. Sara felt pain in her ears as the sound hit her and had to focus completely on them to avoid becoming deaf. When the noise stopped everything was silent, none of the thousands of snakes were uttering a sound. Sara looked in the direction of the hill and, in her bewilderment, she saw that the mountain was moving.

--- **The New Dawn** At dusk, a sapling sprouts where the Verse's ship fell. Its bark is gold. Its leaves are static. And its face is *mine*. **"Hello, Mother,"** it says. **"Let's play."** The survivors kneel. Ravel raises her gun. And the horizon cracks open, birthing a thousand fractures. **The hunger never ends.** **It multiplies.**

One I have heard so many times but yet this time, it finally means something to me. I get up on unsure legs once more, slowly, like Bambi on new-born limbs and lift my head as I know I’m meant to. In unison with all around me, we stretch our necks out, lift our noses to the heavens and howl at the moon for the first time in our lives, as one united pack. No matter who we are, where we are from, whatever our bloodline or our past. Long, soulful with meaning. A sound that echoes around us, through us and is joined by the hundreds who watch until we fill the night sky with a somber eerily hum that will reverberate around the mountains and put the fear of god into the wildlife. United in one son

“I tended it well through rain and sun, Till one morning’s light, my joy was undone. For coiled ‘round the trunk, fierce and wide, A serpent hissed with venomous pride.” The dancers now twisted around each other, mimicking the snake’s coils, their arms snaking upwards toward an invisible crown. The choir hummed low, the sound of a warning. I deepened my voice, channeling Inanna herself. “‘You petty thief, get out of my way, This tree’s not yours, not night nor day.’ But the snake just laughed, its eyes aflame, ‘I’ll stay right here—it’s a perfect place.’” The drums quickened, the violins trembled. The three dancers closed in on me, their shadows long and threatening.

Our minds already had a plan on how to eliminate this giant snake. We began chanting in Latin. Our eyes both sparked in different hues. Mine was sapphire blue while Orora's were shining orange. Our eyes automatically raised while our fingers were spreading. The chant was getting louder as the wind was getting stronger. However, the snake didn't even flinch. It was just staying alert. Its eyes were focused on us this time, but it was not doing anything. Its tongue was moving, though, and it was hissing nonstop.

we shouted, our voices breaking and shaking. The snakes bit again, and again. Each strike sent fire racing through my veins. My knees buckled, my head spun. “Don’t panic!” Aziz shouted over the hissing and our cries. “It will be over soon!” I clung to the chant like a lifeline. “Bismillahirrahmanirrahim! Bismillahirrahmanirrahim!” The glow around us brightened, burning against the darkness. The snakes shrieked — actually shrieked — as their bodies convulsed. Their fangs sank deeper, but instead of draining us, the light pushed back.