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Returning my gaze back to the rock in my hands I'm to connect with it? I feel ridiculous. “Please put off the false lights, I believe it is distracting the Silver one” I swallow a laugh, false light? He talks really weirdly. Lily who hasn’t let up with her flashlight dimmed it and then turned it off completely. As the flashlight went out, the rock in my hand suddenly glows brighter I nearly drop it in surprise, it is not bright enough to be blinding or to illuminate a completely dark room but quiet, bright. The soft light slips between my fingers and I stare at it, fascinated.

The only things that match exactly are the two machetes in leather scabbards hanging from their waists. Lights is the oldest male Miracle, born the day after Radar. His real name is Javier. He’s a slender guy of Mexican descent, just a couple inches taller than me, with olive skin and longish black hair he keeps cut short in the front to keep it out of his yellow-gold eyes. His eyes were dark brown until his Power appeared several years ago, when they turned golden. His Power, as his nickname suggests, is light. He can create balls of light with either hand, or shoot a beam of light from his eyes. As he’s gotten older, he’s learned to control the size and the brightness of the balls and beam

"This wing isn't as reinforced." Before Lyra could respond, the power went out completely, plunging them into darkness. "Stay still," Ryker's voice came from somewhere near the desk. "Let me find some candles." The sound of drawers opening and closing filled the darkness, followed by the scratch of a match. Warm light flashed to life as Ryker lit several candles he'd found in the desk. In the golden glow, his face looked different. Softer. The harsh edges smoothed by shadows and flame. "Come on," he said, holding out his hand. "We need to secure the house before this gets worse."

Raymond's POV “Has anyone seen my shaving cream?” I asked, yanking the door to my room and walking in. My eyes scanned the dark room in search of any form of life but found none. The room was a dark one, poorly illuminated by a single candle Stick. “What the hell happened to the light?” I whispered as I reached for the switch and turned it on. The blinding rays of the light rushed to my eyes and squinted, allowing my pupils to get accustomed to the rays.

Nodding once, Crane used his free hand to turn the doorknob gently. He entered first. Lara followed, still holding his hand. The moment she stepped inside, darkness swallowed her whole. Pitch black. She squinted instinctively, but it only made the blindness worse. She gave up. Moving closer to Crane, her grip tightened just slightly. He felt her unease immediately. Then—click. Light flooded the room. The sudden brightness stung Lara’s eyes, and she lifted her hands quickly, covering them for a few seconds. Crane, however, kept his eyes open, unfazed, as if the light barely touched him.

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.

The building's silhouettes suddenly became the dark night sky and the lights from their windows suddenly were twinkling. "Isn't that beautiful?" I asked when I saw a broken stoplight, the red light was blinking and the green and yellow once didn't seem to work. I thought it was aesthetically pleasing, under the gloom of the night, along the empty streets and silently passing cars. The slow blinking of that stop light seemed to harmonize with the quietness of the evening. I looked at Edgar and he was frowning at the stop light. "Pretty much could cause traffic, goodness, that should be fixed," he said and I rolled my eyes at him.

One hundred seventeen. A bright light hit my eyes. Leroy cursed, pressing his right hand to his face. The pain in the eyeballs decreased, the mercenary slowly opened his eyelids. Lighting, as it turned out, was not so dazzling. Two cast chandeliers, for a dozen candles each. And the wax had just begun to drip, as if the fire had been lit fifteen minutes ago.

I scan the empty parking lot. At the other end of the room a man dressed in black comes into the light. He looks like any other man, except for the eyes. As they catch the light they glow bright gold, reflecting the light back like the eyes of a cat. The streetlight above him starts to flicker and die. Then the next one. And the next. I tap on Faye’s shoulder and that is when we see that his eyes are still glowing, even in the dark. In his hands he holds a crossbow made of light.

‎ ‎The light. ‎ ‎Forever.