Indigo Lightsaber Meaning Novels & Stories

I shouted. I didn't sit in the chair. I picked up the shard of the broken glass console. I didn't use the silver pen. I didn't use my blood. I looked at the Master-Chair—the heart of the Aethel-Group’s power. "I'm not the hero," I said. "And I'm not the goddess." I stabbed the glass shard into the **Center of the Light**. --- ### The Darkest Chapter The explosion wasn't made of fire. It was made of **Ink**.

The stones on the Pagoda of Nations emitted beams of light like countless sharp swords, making Kanpei Ichiro hesitant to approach. These lights enveloped Kiran York tightly. The red light on Kiran's body, surrounded by white light, resembled a fiery sword or the tail fire of a rocket launching into the sky. The white light accentuated the scene, making it even more imposing.

"Only the ones that feel this clear." "Well, that's interesting." It was silent for a moment. "Did you know that the Navajo Indians believed there to be four lights? One was a white light, which gave light and healed. One was a blue like that gave protection. One was a yellow light that defended. The last one was darkness, but through that darkness shone an orange light. That light was one that could corrupt if ever possessed by the wrong person. Do you know what all of these lights had in common?"

Tara looks at Arden. "Ressa confirmed it," she says. "Lian's light and mine are the same lineage. Old blood. The Veyron pack carried something of it." She pauses, and then she says the word, for the first time to Kai, in the way that new words deserve to be said when they are finally yours: "The lineage has a name. Liwanag-dugo. It means light-blood. The light before the sun." Kai looks at his hands. At the silver shimmer on his nails that has been there since before he could understand what it was.