Stone Murderers, God, Ship

I walked into the aisle of a square courtyard at night, with walls at least ten metres high. In the arches on the ground stood dark stone statues of cloaked and hooded people, each with a long dagger somewhere about their person. Most were holding it in one hand. Some stood upright, some were crouched, and none had a visible face or even a mask. Their heads were all hood. They stood in rows of three or four, but some rows had empty places. As I passed and walked between them, one came alive, turned from stone to cloth and flesh, got a face and began moving fluidly out of its stasis. The cloaked person stabbed somebody in the back viciously, hatefully, and moved on. More of the statues turned live, one by one, left their places and began stabbing people in the back. I moved out of their way and saw that there were other cloaked figures who moved into vacant spots in those rows, assumed a stance like the statues and turned to dark stone. I knew, somehow, that were I to do that, I would be relatively safe from them. But I didn't. There was no need, because I didn't think I was in any danger. I went into the courtyard and looked up the high walls, higher than the square court was wide, and saw more of the dark statues standing in alcoves all about these four walls and glowering down, and at me. I hovered up and saw their hateful glares follow me. They were waiting to turn live and some of them did, and they lunged at me but missed and landed on the floor where they went about their stealthy, murderous business on other living people. I wasn't afraid that one of them would get me and didn't hurry upward, but ascended at a steady pace, certain that I'd be able to defend myself somehow if need be. I hovered up into the almost starless night sky and over one of the walls.

Beyond it was deep, black water, with more ancient looking stone structures on either side. The water got wider further on. This must have been a port of some kind. I looked back at the walls of the courtyard, hovering above the water, and saw a ship with at least seven terribly dark blue sails hurry out of that wall - some opening in it - and over the black water.

A shockwave of very unnatural origin or something like that, (a wave of ether,) came out of the courtyard, rippled deep through the water and the air above it, made the water heave and hurled the ship up out of it and forward. It somersaulted and landed on its side. Since I was impossibly large now and felt a mild sort of kinship or loyalty with this something that fled the dark, murdering statues, I took it into my giant hands, lifted it out of the water and set it upright again. The ship immediately sped on as if it had been stuck on something and was now pulled forward by a rubberband. I looked at the still patch of water where it had lain and thought that some of the crew must have fallen out. There was nothing visible on the surface, but I didn't expect any regular human to be conscious after being rattled through like that. They might be further down. For a split second I contemplated simply sieving my hands through the water, but dismissed the idea almost as soon as I'd had it - any reasons for the dismissal would have to be found in retrospect - and instead held my arms and open hands out and concentrated. I tried either magic or the Force or what have you to find and lift anyone out of the black, but it didn't work. I was not disappointed. All my emotions were very dull, I realised, and recalled that telekinesis almost never worked.