Night Light

August 18, 2017 by Patrick Starks

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The days were never this cold, but much warmer.  Night could feel change in the world, in his world, and sooner or later knew that it would come knocking at his doorstep.   In his earlier years, he’d discover his light for the first time, every child had one—but of course, Night was the only one known capable of wielding such, at least with competence. His mother was always concerned for that she felt he was too young for such power—power of the gods. His father on the other hand, was just happy to know he had a boy. He’d already have three little girls after all, and prayed to the heavens that they would one day forgive his sins—sins of the wars he fought, and that they one day bless him with a son—and that day, his prayers would be answered—a new beginning, hope for the village. Continue reading “Night Light”