The sky had ruptured above our heads, the black expanse disappearing behind a writhing tangle of brilliant greens and purples. Spreading quickly, the tentacles of light moved towards the dark towers of our silent city.
“We could run.” Reant’s voice was defiant, but the thump of his heart behind my head betrayed his fear. Cradled in his arms, I watched as the first Elder fully emerged into our world.
“When they write about the lights, it’ll be poetic, you know? They’ll talk about the colors, not how we disappeared.”
“I won’t disappear.”
I sighed. He hadn’t had my nightmares.