One unusually stormy night, in the centre of Stonehenge, as the wind and the rain came pouring from the heavens. A small whirlwind began to form in the centre of the ancient ruin. But this was no ordinary vortex, as it was aglow with thousands of tiny glowing orbs of light. The storm was unrelenting as it beat down on those seemingly magical stones. But here was this magnificent golden glow emanating from the centre of the ruin.
Just at that moment, a roar of thunder seamed to demand respect from the world, and then it started.
A ribbon of lightening struck the glowing vortex at the centre. The lightening was so bright it seemed to light up the entire sky with its awesome power. Flashing first blue then yellow. The lightening continuously streamed from that dark cloud for what seemed like minutes. The atmosphere was amazing. A Gold light shone out all around.
When the lightening ceased, there was silence. The wind was now calm, and the rain had stopped. The sky was clear, and the stars seemed to glow brighter than normal on that wonderus night.
The atmosphere was amazing. It seemed like a thousand angels were singing. In the centre of the stone circle there was emanating a calm golden light, where the magical twister had appeared. But now, instead of the chaos that had appeared in the centre, there was now a small baby.
People still talk about that day. The day the amazing one was delivered to this world.
