Novel & Cerita A Scatter Of Light

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

The last time I tried to reach it, it soon disappeared the moment I put my eyes in something other than this. I am afraid that once I do the same thing, this little light fragments will surely be gone from my site and I will never know when will be the time that they will come again. Now I wonder what this little fragments means I do feel uncomfortable that I am not moving an inch to see whether it will dissipate or remain in my sight. Is this little light fragments mean anything?

My voice breaks and cracks, fracturing like old glass, until I am left whispering through sobs that shake my entire frame. The flames grow in number, spreading across the broken tower like a fragile constellation defying the darkness that presses in from all sides. Their light is small but determined, each candle a tiny sun burning against the void. Together they push back the shadows, creating a circle of warm golden light that transforms the ruined tower into something approaching sacred.

I had forgotten about the strange light that would appear between now and August, during certain phases of the moon. ‘The light of the God's,' Inanna whispered to me. ‘The light of the Gods,’ I repeated back to her. “The light of the gods!” I repeated out loud this time, jumping to my feet. “Of course how could I be so stupid!” I said to no one, cursing myself for my ignorance. I looked around frantically, not looking for anything but piecing it together. For a super smart girl, I could surely be dense. I ran my fingers through my hair. That’s what the message meant. The territory was in darkness now, and I cast my eyes towards the castle and could see the lights from the village surrounding

"I was overwhelmed." "'Excited' is the right term for you." "You know me well, don't you?" And she made me hear her friendly chuckle. She stretches five fingers of her in front and a tiny sparkling light floats. "To welcome you home, I present this to you." The spark flies at the speed of a bullet towards the lake, the water splashes, and when the sparkling light reaches the middle, it climbs upward to the sky with the same speed. A few seconds of silence happened when the night sky was illuminated with colorful shades of glitters exploding and falling like snow consecutively.

Nightveil shimmered with light and life, a rare sight after so many days drenched in blood and fear. Lanterns floated above the treetops, glowing orbs tethered by enchanted string and soft hope. They bobbed like captured stars, their warm amber flicker casting shadows that danced across the clearing. The music—drums, flutes, and laughter—rose and fell in waves, weaving joy through the battered bones of a pack that had seen too much.

Broken shards of glass lay scattered on the floor, mirroring the shattered pieces of her heart. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a silvery glow upon the chaos. Aria's eyes fixated on the fragmented reflection, the cracks becoming symbolic of the pain and confusion consuming her. She closed her eyes, a quote she had once read resurfacing in her mind. "Don't tell me the moon is shining. Show me a glint of light on broken glass."

The light surged forward, enveloping Prototype One, and then Prototype Two. The baseline connection between the three entities suddenly flared with blinding brilliance. A massive, intricate web of glowing silver threads stretched across the span of the clearing, visible to the naked human eye for the first time in history. It was a beautiful, fragile, and stunningly real network of pure light.

Her eyes scanning. Trying to see. Trying to understand. But the darkness— it didn’t let her. It hid everything. Except one thing. A light. Faint. Far ahead. Aurora’s breath caught. “There.” She pointed. Adrian saw it too. “What is that?” Aurora didn’t answer. Because she was already moving. Toward it. Step by step. Careful. Focused. The light grew slightly. Not brighter— just clearer. And then— shapes appeared.

Lin Ming felt himself drenched in cold sweat and at this moment, he suddenly found himself in an endlessly dark space and specks of light were flying in the void, like fragments of a broken mirror. The largest one is the size of a palm, the smallest one is the size of a grain of rice and in the middle of all the spots of light