Arrival

They came one day, out of the blue. No one knew what they were, or where they had come from, or why they came. No one could have known what they would do. No one thought about it then.

The Harbor was a peaceful place, a small, sheltered port on the coast of the sea. It wasn't a very busy place; in fact, it was odd to see boat that did not belong to one of the local fishermen on the water. The Harbor was self-supporting, so there was little need of outside help, but it was prosperous nonetheless. Maybe that was why they came.

The first one arrived on March 13th at 10:00.

A little boy runs along the sidewalk, his shoes clacking on the rough wooden boards. An apple is clutched triumphantly in his hand, and the enraged shouts of the apple seller ring in his ears. The boy laughs. He doesn't care; the old man will never catch him. Still, he looks for a hiding spot to eat. The boy turns down a narrow alley. Piles of boxes and garbage create an alcove of sorts, perfect for hiding. The boy sits against the old bricks and begins to enjoy the rewards of his thievery. The apple is good, crunchy and sweet. Perfect.

Suddenly, a sound catches his ear; a curious sound, like a meowing cat. He slowly turns. There, looking up at him is a small white…something. The boy had never seen anything like it before. It is egg- shaped, with stubby legs, a long thick tail, round ears, and a large mouth with a long, thin tongue. It makes the curious noise again and looks at the boy closely. After a moment, the child takes the stolen apple from his lap and slowly holds it out to the creature.

Already, he is lost. However, an empty set of ragged clothes in a dirty alley is nothing to be alarmed about.

It is not long before more arrive. A man walking home from work meets one and brings it home to his wife and daughter. An old woman living alone finds company in one that arrives at her doorstep. The whole town is filled with curiosity towards the creatures that have so suddenly appeared. No one knows what they will do, no one could have known. Soon, nearly every household has one; they make excellent pets, you know. Slowly, the people lose track of time; they stop writing to their relatives. Any traveling from The Harbor, however little there was before, ceases. The Harbor falls into near oblivion

For a time, the change goes unnoticed. Then, one day, a group of five foreigners arrive at the coast, looking to trade their goods. They know of The Harbor, but have never seen it. However, from what they have heard, it is a prime place to trade, with honest people and a peaceful demeanor. The men approach the city.

Something is not right.

The town gate stands ajar. The streets are quiet; much too quiet for such a prosperous place. As they walk down the street, a feeling of uneasiness takes hold. Where are the people? Not even a stray dog comes to greet them. There is only the wind whistling through the alleys and the banging of shutters and doors. But that is not the eeriest part.

All around them lay sets of clothes, fallen on the ground as if their owners simply evaporated into thin air and left them. All over the buildings and the streets, a white substance is splattered. It is cold and rough like plaster. They can make nothing of it other than the town is truly empty.

What has happened here?

The five reach the center of The Harbor. There, in the square, a single creature sits looking at them. Its long tongue flickers in and out like a snake's; it tastes the air. The creature meows at the five. Though they do not know why, they approach.

The five do not return from The Harbor. Their boat rots and sinks. No one comes looking for them. It is merely assumed they were lost at sea. The mysterious incidents surrounding The Harbor travel. Those who travel there are never seen again. Soon, The Harbor becomes a wasteland. It crumbles and falls. It is forgotten…


In a bustling farming town in the mid-east country, a young boy runs up the front walk of his house.

"Mother! Mother!" he cries as he bursts into the house. A woman in a chair looks up from her sewing. Her son stands before her, a white animal clutched in his arms. The creature flicks its tongue in and out at her.

"Can I keep him?" The boy asks eagerly. The woman begins to say no, they don't need a pet; however, as she looks at the creature, a strange feeling comes over her; she cannot explain it.

"I don't think it will be any trouble," she says "As long as you take care of him."

Her son runs upstairs eagerly to play with his new pet. The woman goes back to her mending. She is happy to see her son in such good spirits for a change. After all, what bad could such a sweet looking creature do?