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My mother came back in the room and held out the phone. “There’s a power outage. Nothing’s working.” Once again, she became stiff and looked at the centaur. “Out… OUT! I want all of you… you things, out!” she yelled.

There was a moment of silence before anyone spoke. My imagination is going wild. I shuddered at my own thought. I only wrote this out...as a story! But now… it’s reality…how? “We must leave. Now. Before they find us,” the centaur announced. He grabbed my arm, and took off.

“Wait! Hold it! Who’s ‘they’?!” I asked.

The centaur halted and stared at me as if I were some pathetic life form, so did the other animals. “Who are they, you ask? Do you not kn –,” he stopped. His eyes widened and he stared out of the window. “Quick, the two of you, inside, now. Before they find us. Don’t start with me! We’ll answer your questions once the portal is closed! Do as I say!” He grabbed my mother and me, pushed us in my closet, and closed the closet door.

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At the door, there were bangs and muffled shouts. From the shouts, you could obviously tell that there was a woman and many men… maybe even more than what we thought. Eventually, the door gave in and the invaders broke through. Each of them looked around, expecting to find their preys, but enraged with disappointment.

“WHERE ARE THEY?!” one of them said with a slight British accent.

“Look everywhere! Under the beds, in the close—that’s it! In the closets! Everyone, look in the closets! Every single one of them, I want them all checked!” This came from the voice of the woman. “I want them found and I want them tortured… until our Lord has come up with a plan… Go on! What are you buffoons waiting for?! Go on and find them right now!”

We all stiffened. The centaur raised a finger up to his lips: a single for “Don’t speak or they’ll hear us and we’ll all die.”

Another animal had to cover my mother’s mouth with her hands because she kept screaming and crying for help. I thought I knew why: because the others would find us sooner or later, so what’s the point? But she actually thought: Heck, I just want to get out of here!

All of us shut our eyes when we heard footsteps come. Some of us even prayed. But no matter what we did, the closet door opened unforgivingly. There stood a man, all dressed in black-polished armor, when occasional strands of red down the middle of the chest and their symbol of a dagger and a snake crawling up the dagger on both of the arms. He wore a scarf around his neck and everything made him look bionic.