Silence or The beginning of the end

The whole world was silent. No one spoke, no one moved, no one breathed. All over the globe, one thing was running through people’s minds. The impossible had happened and the horrifying truth was slowly sinking into the awareness of mankind: The hero had fallen… 

Their last hope, their only change for peace and safety was lying motionless on the ground, covered in dust. Beaten… dead.

It was a shocked, a fearsome silence that held the world captured when millions of people were staring at screens. The radios, after speaking the dreaded words, had fallen silent. And one question was hanging in the air, which was thick with the disturbing silence:  How could this happen?

All of them had had faith in their hero. Of course, it had not always looked too good for him, but wasn’t the good guy supposed to rise from the dust and win? Didn’t the good side always manage to be the champion in the end? But there he was lying, their saviour, fallen and dead. There was no doubt that he was gone, no change of revival. No place for miracles anymore…

Humanity was left all of a sudden, alone and without a plan. Nobody knew what was going to happen, nobody had a plan. They were left without a way to defend themselves, left in the mercy of a merciless man. No change to run, no place to hide. The man they had considered their last resort had fallen and they with him.

For a few minutes all of humanity was united, was one. The poorest thief and the richest Businessman were standing next to each other, holding onto each other in seek for something to hold on to. It was only in the face of this greatest horror, that the world was truly at peace, that the peoples of the world were one. Just like the silence, the peace, before a terrible storm.

Only a few minutes for the truth to sink in, yet they felt like eternity. For the first time in history, the world was standing still. Not a single person knew what to do. They were had all lost when their hero did. No plans were left to regain control, no strength to collect the pieces. Neither military nor politics or science knew what to do. All they could do is sit there and watch and stand still with the rest of the world.

As the silence continued on, more questions were running through the heads of the people. Not one was spoken out loud, but there was no need for it anyway. What was going to happen now? How long would it take for them all to fall? Was this the end? Could it really end like this? After centuries of change, of falling and rising empires and dictators, would this one man be their downfall?

Many were left in a state of disbelieve. Some carried on hoping for the miracle that would never come. This was not the end, it could not be. There had to be something left to do, someone in charge, with a plan. But in the end the last denial faded and the very last child in the streets knew what everyone knew.

There was no one in charge, no one with a plan. All those who once were at power had given up, defeated by the merciless man they would have to face too soon. Shock and confusion prevented even the brightest minds from thinking clearly and the ones that once fought, who had spent their lives fighting, were left without a weapon able to bring the downfall of this monster who called himself a man.

No longer was there a way out, a solvation for every problem. Humanity was lost and they all knew this. There was nothing left to hope for, nothing left to believe in. The world had fallen when its hero fell. And no one knew what to do next, so everyone stood still. As if out of respect and sympathy in this darkest of hours, even the clouds and the wind did not move. No bird was chirping, no mouse squeaking, just like they sensed the mood that was hanging in the air. It was just as if someone had put time on earth to a stop.

It was as if the whole universe and everything in it had stopped for a few minutes to watch as mankind was thrown off its feet into the dust and dirt on the ground. To listen to those four words. Just for words, yet they meant the world. So plain, so easily they were spoken, four little words to seal the doom of seven million.

The hero has fallen…