It started with the weather. What was simply strange at first soon became violent: savage winds, followed by days of rain, and lightning tearing the heavens to shreds. It went on for so long, that I began to wonder if the sun were merely a figment of childhood fantasy from long ago.
Soon after, folks started getting sick. It was only the old and weak at first, nothing unusual. But then William Fletcher, a young man of only twenty, got it too. It was a sickness no one had ever seen before. Quick, painful, and always lethal. Our healers were running around in circles while the young and strong choked on their own blood. By the end of the month, nearly a third of the villagers slept six feet below the earth.
That was when the disappearances began. One by one men, women, and children alike all spirited away by the night, no trace of them in their beds the next morning. Dear God, how much longer must we endure these tribulations?
Every summer since 1937, the Roanoke Island Historical Association (RIHA) has put on the production of The Lost Colony at the Waterside Theatre. This year is no exception. Opening night sees a packed house; whispers of anticipation ripple through the crowd as the lights dim and the orchestra begins the opening song. All of their many months of hardworking and preparation have boiled down to this one moment. It’s show time and nothing could possibly go wrong…
“I lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help, oh Lord?”
~Psalms 121:1
Hosted by:
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Narrated by:
Unused Account (Atmara_the_Reaper)
Started 06/09/16.
Scenes played: 2
License: Community License
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