Lights Will Guide You Novels & Stories

Hindi rin naman kasi ako gutom. Ngumiwi siya. "Huwag kang ano diyan. Walang hiya ka, remember?" biro niya. "Eh sayang kasi, malapit na rin naman tayo.." Lumapit siya at saka hinawakan ang kamay ko. Tinignan ko iyon bago ibinalik ang paningin sa kaniya. "Makakarating tayo. Sa ngayon kumain ka na muna at uminom ng maraming tubig, baka ma-dehydrate ka.."

She pulled her sunglasses as they were already under the shades and to make sure she was looking in the right direction he was pointing into. "Come, believe me, we're on the right track," Damien chuckled at her doubting mien. "This is a shortcut. If we follow the pathway you are looking at, we won't get there as quickly as we can if we take it this way. This one is for walking trails. Vehicles can only take the wider road, so even if they turn around, it would be the same span of time to arrive at where I am taking you." Flora nodded. "I see. I guess I should just follow. You're the guide, after all."

I’m scared; I have no idea what awaits me in the darkness, but I need to see him. I slowly inch into the hallway, darkness consuming me. I place one hand on the wall next to me and one out in front of me. I use the hand on the wall to guide me and pray to the Moon Goddess that there aren’t items on the ground for me to trip over. I use the hand in front of me to alert me to anything that may get in my way. Moving slowly down the hall takes forever, but I fear that if I try to hurry, I’ll only end up hurt. I take one step at a time, making sure to stay alert in case anything pops out at me. Left, then right; one step, then another.

Ahead, a small green indicator appeared. Then another. Then another. A path. The same guidance we had seen before. Only this time, it wasn't leading deeper into Ark. It was leading out. I looked at Lucas. “Do you think it's helping us?” He shook his head. “No.” “Then what?” He looked toward the lights. “I think it's showing us where it wants us to go.” My father heard him. “Don't follow them.” I looked ahead. Then behind. The voices were getting closer.

It was a phrase in a language long forgotten, a clue that held the key to unraveling the family secret. "The path lies beneath the moonlit sky," I read aloud, the words resonating deep within me. "We must follow the moon's guidance to uncover the next piece of the puzzle." Excitement surged through our veins as we left the chamber, embarking on a new quest under the light of the moon. Each night, we ventured to different locations, guided by the moon's luminous glow. It led us to ancient ruins, hidden caves, and sacred landmarks, each holding a piece of the truth we sought.

Afterward, he looks over at me and says, "I'm going to need your help maneuvering through the tunnels." He's right. The tunnels are a maze and pitch black. He's going to need the light from my phone and me to guide him through to the end. I should give him a flashlight and say good luck. But, I can't. I'm in all the way now, so it's time to help him escape once and for all. "Okay," I acknowledge. Suddenly remembering the knife, I bend over and scoop it up. I can't help but notice the way his mouth flattens.

Just in your consciousness. "But why didn't you stay out here? Aren't you going to guide me to a safe place?" Don't talk to me out loud, people will think you are crazy. And I was getting tired, I don't have my full power. Anyways, I will be leading you to somewhere safe. I will be your map, or....uh, GPS? One of the annoying ones? I don't know. What makes them annoying? They keep rerouting or want you to drive on a road that does not exist.

Thousands of cerulean eyes around us wait for the light to disappear. "Here, take this." His hands hold mine into a cup shape where a tiny blue flame sprouts. "You need to force yourself awake. I will hold them as much as I can." "How? Which direction do I go?" The light flickers nonstop, about to go out. "Bea, run. Just run!" I sprint out of the ring of light carrying the little blue flame. The darklings scatter under its dim blue glow, creating a path. My heart pumps louder than my ragged breaths or my bare footsteps.

If there’s really a door, I must find it. I saw a light from afar. It was getting closer. I had a good feeling about it. I think Osca sent us something to guide us like the bright star in the holy bible. It was the star of Bethlehem who led the three wise men to Jesus. I wish that this light would also lead us to the right route where we should be. I narrowed my eyes to see what it was. Fortunately, it was a ship. I think we could ask for help. The massive ship drew nearer to us. It entered with a grand entrance through the fog. Music was playing inside my head like I’ve seen this scene from a Hollywood film. The figment of my imagination created the sound of trumpets as it approaches us.

“Lara…” he whispered. “Wait there… Don’t move…” An involuntarily moan escaped her and Christophe spun fluidly around. But by then Lara had already fled, her sole desire to escape. She raced down the steps that led into the gardens, her breath sobbing in her throat. “Lara!” she heard Christophe’s voice calling. Powerful lights came on, illuminating the outdoors. But Lara kept on running blindly, heedless of the shrubs that tore at her. The heel of one of her shoes snapped when she stumbled. She kicked it off and then bent to rip off the other one.