He was stiff and twitching. The whites of his eyes shone in the semi-darkness. He rose up on his hind legs and squealed louder. The other horses shifted nervously, too, and looked like they were about to bolt. The horses all seemed to be looking at the bogs. Something in there was setting off the animals. I strained, but I could only see swamp and sickly vegetation. Then I smelled rotten eggs and damp earth. It filled my nose until it burned. Grimacing, I searched for the source of the smell in the bogs. And then I saw it. A giant wave of light gray mist was rolling silently onto the beaches. It moved faster than any normal mist, but when I looked to the top of the trees next to me, they weren’t moving. There was no wind. The air was eerily still. My breathing came in rapid bursts. I watched as giant fingers of gray mist searched the beach as though they were alive and had minds of their own. The smell of sulfur choked me. My eyes burned, and I had to blink the tears to see clearly. Something was wrong.
