Darkness fell suddenly that night, bringing with it a blanket of silence which covered the little village, hidden away in the snowy hills. Not a sound could be heard in the narrow cobbled streets: even the baker’s dog was quiet. Soon, everyone apart from James was fast asleep, dreaming of space rockets and starry nights. James watched the sky carefully from his bedroom window in the little wooden house on the outskirts of the village. The night wore on. All was still. James yawned, trying not to make a sound. Then it happened. Silently and swiftly, an eery green light swept across the sky, casting an emerald glow across the snowy landscape.
“I knew it,” James whispered. “They’re here.”
Task: Continue the story.