• “Dear Ma in Heaven, whatever that light is. I hope it was you.” It was an Eclipse. A solar eclipse to be exact and it was creepy and somewhat serene. The ring of light left was flinging around the moon, as if flicker of hands trying to embrace the moon tighter in the sun’s embrace. The Sky was starless, dark and the light pouring down the land was blue. Not as blue and azure as Ophie’s irises as she gaze upon the scenery, with her hand tight clasped against each other, her breath raising up and down in a perfect harmony that reeked of fear and calamity.
    More light crawl out with sound like sprinkling of magic, spreading its finger-like touch toward the inhabitants of Ethind including Ophie herself. She pulled her lover hands tighter, shrinking in his embrace as the light overwhelms her senses…