Black Triangles

*A bit of a story I am working on. Sci Fi is the ticket along with some romance. thinking on which way to go with it. This story excites me. I think this is the one.

    A deep black triangle hovered above her and she knelt in the cool grass frozen in fear. One moment she was walking in the moonlight back towards her house and the next she is kneeling under something so large it made her entire body compress into itself. She felt as if the blackness was going to crush her where she knelt and a soft whimper escaped her. It was a solid mass, black as pitch and there was no sound. Everything had gone silent and the thing, whatever it was, was as silent as the air around it.

   After a moment she craned her head back slowly, worried that any sudden motions could make it attack, maybe a beam of light would come out and steal her. Oh god, what the hell was this thing. She could see where it ended a long way off to her right and then she looked to her left. Yes it was a triangle shape. She looked closer trying to discern recognizable feature on the underside of the craft but nothing was there. A soft glow of violet began to illuminate the underside if the ship and with a cry of fear she shrank back.

In her mind she heard a voice,"Mind, listen, watch. "

The violet light began to swirl in a circle on the blackness of the triangle, more colors coming into play; green, red, yellow. A picture formed and she gasped when she saw it was Earth as seen from space.

 “Watch, Mind.” The voice said gently to her.

The Earth such a beautiful marble of life swirling there so serene. The picture shifted to show the Earth again but surrounded by large pyramid shaped ships with a few ovals scattered here and there. Another shift to the picture and there were dark, spiky ships now facing the triangles, ovals and pyramids. Earth remained beautiful and swirling but there were lines of color crisscrossing everything in her view. Lines of every color imaginable. They hummed with power; she could feel the hair on her arms lift and stand straight. The scene shifted again and she saw herself standing within a circle of stones that were anchoring these lines of color. She felt them under her feet, above her head and within her hands as she caressed them with loving attention. She was no longer crouching under the massive ship she was reaching toward it, toward the picture on its underside. She was aching to touch those lines of power, to know what it was like to fly.
The picture flashed quickly to another and the earth was dead. She cried out and fell back to the ground, her soul aching with pain of those who had died. A glance to the ship still above her showed the earth a dark hulk of what it used to be. It was surrounded by the spiky ships but none of the triangles, ovals or pyramids were there. Somehow she knew that those spiky ships were responsible for the devastation on the earth and the other ships were the protectors. Why did they leave to let this happen? Anger washed through her and strength that she never knew she has arose in her and soon she was standing screaming at the ship above her.

“Why did you leave us to die! You were here and then you left us to this!”

 Tears fell from her eyes as she stalked under the ship back and forth, shaking her fist at it screaming. “You left us damn you!”

“Mind!”
The booming voice within her head sent her to her knees with a painful whimper.

It was silent again and she peeked upward to see the ship still there but dark, the devastated earth was gone and all was black again.

“Mind.”
The voice said again, gentler.
“Listen. Learn.”
 The voice said and she knelt there staring up at the ship.

“It will not come to pass if the Mind finds the Voice and the Strength. Find them. You are the Mind; find the Voice and the Strength. Become one before all obstacles and prove your solidarity before us. You will know when. Do not let this be your fate.”

The blasted earth showed again on the underside of the ship and she gasped.

“This is your fate if you do not hear us. We will aid if the Triad is together. Show solidarity. Work together.” The voice went silent and the ship began to rise upward.

She stood and screamed, “Who are the Voice and the Strength!”

Faintly the voice came to her, “Watch your dreams, step outside the lies of your lives and you will find one another.”

    The ship hovered a moment then in a blink it was shooting upward in the star filled night. She stood there watching the space in which it had shot into, frozen with indecision and then she realized the night sounds  had come back. A cool breeze brushed tendrils of hair against her cheek, crickets chirped and a dog barked in the distance. She turned to see the back door light of her condo in the distance and her mind tried to process what happened. Suddenly the weight was back and she spun around to see if the ship had returned. But it was not the triangle; it was one of the spiky ships she had been shown in the pictures. She could feel the dark malevolence within and she shrank back in terror. It came closer not stopping; it was going to crush her and she crumpled to the ground.

   A scream echoed throughout her bedroom as she came out of the dream. In an instant she bounded from the bed to slam into the closet door and pressed herself to it tightly. Her eyes were wide as she stared upward at the ceiling. Her heart pounding within her chest she gasped for breath and her stomach roiled with nausea. Eyes darting around the room she realized she was alone, she was in her room and she began to assess she had had a bad dream. A bad dream. Oh my god, a dream. She remembered every second of the dream and when she thought of the spiky black ship her stomach heaved. Running to the bathroom she threw up and began to cry.