Incognito
“Could it be… a star?”
“No!” Tara exclaimed, shaking her head. “Stars don’t fly without wings.”
“Think, Damien,” Claud encouraged. “It’s something that brings light.”
Suddenly, a memory flashed before him—a moment in the woods when he had gazed at the moonlight filtering through the trees, the way it brightened the darkness around him.
“Wait… I’ve got it!” he exclaimed. “It’s… a firefly!”
A moment of silence enveloped the clearing. The glowing orb flared brightly, illuminating the statues and surrounding trees. “Correct,” the voice intoned, and the orb pulsed gently. “You have proven yourself worthy. The path to the haven is now open.”
Sikat na Kabanata