| None of them knew the color of the sky.
The Blind Society. A thing to pity. They never saw the beauties the Earth held, never saw the glories created by nature. They didn't know anything about the complex structures built by man. Or at least, that was what others thought. The Blind Society was not something to pity. Each member had talents in at least one of the four other senses. They did not feel cheated. In fact, they felt blessed. They never saw the horrors men created. They never saw the Earth slowly changing from a beautiful place to one full of disease. They could sense the changes but they couldn't see them. Clean forest air would smell and taste harsh and acidic after acid rain had poured over the trees for days. Wild bird chatter was drowned out by loud vehicles, honking and spewing out toxic fumes. The soft tickling grass was replaced by the coarse feeling of dried out dead grass or hard ashpalt. Over the centuries the Earth had changed greatly. The people of the Blind Society knew this. They tried to prevent it, tried to stop it but to no avail. Those with sight could not feel how much the Earth was changing. They could see the buildings they were building and the fumes that cars were letting loose on the atmosphere but they couldn't see how this was damaging the ecosystem. They couldn't understand how cutting down a few trees here and there and then here and there again, would change the world. The Society could feel it. They had been around so long they could sense that the world was going to fight back. All the years people had pitied them, they had been feeling the same way to those who had sight. The Society was ready for the Earth's battle and they knew the others were not. The leader, Tzar, had begun to make plans as soon as the attempts to stop the changes had failed. They were not going to save the millions of Seers but the hundreds of the Society would be safe. Tzar kept everyone on the same page, made sure everyone knew what to do. When the sign came, he wanted to make sure they were ready. Hundi felt his way along the wall. The ground continued to shake as stones fell all around him. The building he was staying close to wouldn't hold much longer. He inhaled hoping he was close. The dust coming from the rocks dulled his amazing senses almost to that of an ordinary person. However he knew what he was watching for and when the smell of stagnate water reached his nose he recognized it. He abandonned the wall and went for the scent. As soon as he did so the wall collapsed as if it had simply been waiting for him to leave. A few rocks rolled toward him barely missing his feet. He ignored them and began to feel the ground. He smiled, as his delicate fingertips felt the cool metal of the manhole cover sooner then he expected. He found one of the holes in it and pulled the cover away from the manhole. As he slipped down into the sewers, the last building on the street gave out as the earth continued to shake. Dego ran down the dirt path, worried he had waited to long. Relief flooded into his chest as he heard someone call his name. "Coming!!!" He yelled over the noise to the person who had said his name. He stumbled as he ran, unable to see the grounds dips and bumps. He continued without slowing, knowing that there was no time to slow. He heard his name again and changed his course to head toward the sound. He could feel the wind gathering in strength behind him. It was heading their way. Finally he reached the outstretched arms of one of his companions. "Lets get out of here!" He shouted. He was pulled up into the shelter of a cave. All he could hear was the howling winds of the tornado as five pairs of footsteps ran deeper into the shelter of the cave. The man known as Tzar paced nervously in the underground shelter. He knew it had started and hoped that the members of the Society were as resourceful as he thought they were. He knew not all of them would survive but he hoped his plan would save most of them. 'As long as they get there in time.' He thought. 'As long as they get there the plan will work.' He sat on the floor and prayed. All over the nation members of the Society hid. Sarah Jane was one of those people. When she woke up to the sounds of the hurricane she quickly got out of bed and put on a sweater. She went out into the hall. Three other members lived in the old farm house and she knew that they would be waiting for her. She went to meet them in the living room and found that she was the last to arrive. They all clumped together as they headed for the basement. They carefully made their way down the stairs and began to feel for the catch to the trapdoor. Sarah Jane found it and pulled it open. She helped the others into the tunnel first and then followed, pulling the door shut behind her. Once again they flocked together as they headed for the deeper tunnels. Dego and the four others with him slowed to a walk. They continued deeper into the cave, two of them always keeping a hand on each of the cave walls. The sound of the wind echoing in the cave slowly died off as they turned a second corner. Not too long after that, the two touching the cave walls stopped. They ran their hand over the surface again. "We're there." Dego sighed with relief. "I was starting to think that we had forgotten to put the grooves there." He laughed. They walked into a large chamber full of boxes. Dego slowly eased himself into the room and over to one of the boxes. He opened it and felt some soft fluffy blankets. "Well. Let's set up camp. Hey Joe. Incoming." He threw a blanket at one of the men he heard stomping around. |
| The End of Pity |
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