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The sunlight seeped in slowly through the linen curtains—warm, golden, and languid. It bathed everything in warm, forgiving hues. Lily woke up for the first time in a long time without the weight of nightmares. No jolts. No screams muffled in her throat. Just breath. Steady. Real.

Inside the bathroom drawer lay a package of sanitary pads that clearly didn’t belong to me. Outside the door, I heard Tamara’s voice on the phone. "Mr. Shepherd," she said sweetly, "I got my period at the hospital, but I can’t find the special brand for younger girls. There’s a pack left in your bathroom. Could you bring it to me?" Henry stepped into the bathroom, only to catch me pulling open the drawer. His gaze flickered with guilt before he quickly walked away.

“I have no idea, son.” I put the box on my bed together with the letter. I sat down beside it. I felt angry. My mother left me an ugly box and a letter. I have no idea what language it is. I got frustrated. I decided to just take a bath to cool down and think. When I got out of the bathroom, I noticed a shimmering glow underneath the box. I quickly grabbed it. I analyzed the glow. I picked up the letter and read the gibberish the best I could.

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

The pillows are amazing too, heavenly, even. With a heavy sigh, I push the comforter off my tired body and swing my feet off the bed slowly. Not far from the bed is a light switch, so I take a few steady steps toward it and flick it on. The the light is so bright, I'm blinded for a couple moments, but when I can actually bare the light, I notice a door a few feet away. I hurry over to it with my hand supporting the small baby bump I have and jiggle the knob desperately. Locked, of course.

- Alice whispered from behind her back. Selene looked at the plant, her clasped hands raised over it. Then she closed her eyes and focused on the task. Selene felt a shiver flow from her shoulders to the outstretched hands and flow out. She opened her eyes and saw the green light flowing to the plant, which under its influence began to grow in the eyes. - Enough for now.- Rita whispered after a few minutes. Selene lowered her hands, the green light disappeared, and at the same moment the plant stopped growing.

Now or never. Carefully, Ray worked the lighter out from under his wrist and into his palm. Ray's fingers trembled, and he paused to take a steadying breath. He knew that he couldn’t risk dropping it. The lighter was one of those fancy-flip top ones. He flicked it open and nearly gasped. It had a push-button ignition rather than the rolly-wheel that was hit or miss. Thank goodness for small miracles. Ray took a deep breath and craned his wrist to the side, pressing down on the button as he aimed for the rope binding hiss wrist. The ropes were thick and heavy but, from the looks of it, they were made of natural fibers—not plastic—and seemed to be quite old. Hopefully, that would work in his f

“Yes. Even though she appeared as your naked body, her voice and more so her eyes ensured no mistaking her for you or Emilia.” I suppose that makes sense. “So we had parallel experiences. What was the color of Light’s eyes?” I asked. “Bright silver, shining like the moon. They darkened and brightened with her mood. What about Darkness?” Alec cocked his head. “The blinding yellow-orange of the sun. Sometimes it was hard to look him in the eyes, like looking into the sun. Strange given he’s Darkness. I would have thought his eyes would be dark or like the moon.” I frowned.

Atticus narrowed his eyes and studied me. "What is Lugh light?" I asked curiously. Sawyer chuckled, "Lugh is the Irish God of light and that flash you do is called Lugh light. It is a very rare gift…" "And something that your mother has given you because I can not do it," Atticus said while rubbing his chin in thought.

They’ve reached the ninth floor already. They find themselves in a warm-impressed room. A light yellow wall, colorful piled floor, and big windows gone through by that blue Lune illumination, yet the room isn’t illuminated by that blue illumination. The room is like illuminated by LED ones like in a department store. The windows might have been enchanted that any light that goes through it will be converted into a white one that they illuminate the room with white light.