“Is it supposed to look like that?” Chasal asked.

“I’m not that sure. The glowing seems a little odd, though,” Sidriel said.

“That’s because it’s supposed to be burning, dipsticks,” Tabris retorted.

“Damn, who know the sun had to burn. What a crazy universe we control,” Chasal commented.

Tabris face palmed his forehead. “Just tell me who messed with the sun.”

“It was Chasal!” Sidriel ratted out.

Chasal’s mouth gaped open in shock and betrayal. “Sidriel, how could you? You pinky promised me!”

“Sorry, boo.” She shrugged. “I’m in this game for me.”

Without another word, Sidriel expanded her twenty foot wingspan and promptly fucked off in the galaxy somewhere.

“I swear, you two are the sorriest excuse for angels I’ve ever seen in my life,” Tabris exclaimed. “I specifically put a sign for this kind of thing, where did it go?”

Stepping on top of the sign to cover it, Chasal whistled. “No idea.”

Tabris glared at him. “Move.”

“Okay.” Chasal agreed as he started dancing. Still on top of the paper sign.

Beyond irritated, Tabris shoved him off it.

“Ah, rude!” He gawked. “Beside the sign only say not to touch the sun are other planets. I didn’t touch them.”

“Then what did you do?”

“Used them to play pool with Sidriel.”

Tabris could feel his eye twitching with annoyance. Instead of melting into a ball of rage and anger, he took a deep breath. “Okay, here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna go take my anxiety medication while you and Sidriel fix this. And it better be fixed before God figures out, or so help me.”

Chasal saluted me. “Gotcha. But I don’t know where Sidriel is.”

Tabris snapped his fingers and Sidriel reappeared. “Merry Christmas.”

Now it was Tabris’s turn to unfurl his wings and promptly fuck off to somewhere in the galaxy.

“So, um, how do we fix the sun?” Sidriel asked.

“All we need to do it get it to burn brighter, right?” Chasal inquired. “So let’s use some burn juice.”

“What’s burn juice?”

Chasal snapped his fingers and a container of gasoline appeared in his hands.

“Chasal, I don’t think a gallon of gasoline is going to help the sun burn.”

“It’s two gallons.”

“Ingenious, light that bitch up.”

About five seconds later…

“Wow that burned really fast,” Sidriel breathed as she watched the total destruction of the sun. “What do we do now?”

“Umm, can we buy another one from Amazon?” Chasal asked.

“Do you have that kind of money?”

“My mom gave me a gift card so I’m kind of rolling in the dough right now.”

“How much is left on it?”

“Like three dollars and fifty-three cents.”

Sibriel shrugged. “Yeah, that’s probably enough.”

Snapping his fingers ago, an Amazon drone appeared with a package on fire. “Oh, look, it’s already burning.” Chasal said as he handed the drone the gift card. “Crisis solved. What do you want to do now?”

“Play pool with the planets and sun?”

“Sure, I’ve learned literally no lessons from this entire ordeal.”

"Is it supposed to look like that?"

"I'm not that sure. The glowing seems a little odd, though."

"Well, what were you trying to make?"

"Something called an occult circle. I wasn't paying much attention."

"Why on earth would you do that?"

"It sounded cool."

"That's it, I'm moving out."

"You can't do that, you're my mom!"

"Watch me."

“Is it supposed to look like that?” I turned around and hung my head down between my knees in a ridiculous attempt to get another perspective.

“I’m not sure. The glowing seems a little odd, though.” My roommate, John, brushed his brown hair out of his eyes to get a better look. The orb we had built had just suddenly started glowing. We weren’t sure why.

John and I were engineering majors. Our challenge: to create an orb that could float. Our teacher, Mrs. Willis, had been incredibly mysterious about the entire thing.

Well, our orb floated. In fact, it flew! It was zooming around our heads. It seemed to be exploring the room. And glowing. Glowing brightly. So brightly, we worried someone would discover us. And then, it started humming. Softly at first, but then louder and louder. Soon, it was bright as a star and louder than dice in a cup. It was also getting faster. It was a bright flash by our heads, everywhere at once.

“What did you do to it?” I whisper-screamed at John. I had to scream loud enough to be heard over the orb, but at the same time, whisper quiet enough to not make excess noise.

“I just put a cool-looking purple stone next to it. That’s the only thing I can think of that may have affected it!”

“Well, where is it now?”

“I don’t know! It’s gone!”

“Well, that’s just great!” I glared at John. “Help me catch the orb!” It was all over the room. I snatched at it, but only grabbed air. John clapped his hands above his head to try and grab it, but failed.

Suddenly, it stopped humming. It stopped glowing. It stopped flying around the room. It slowly settled back onto our desk.

John and I looked at each other and made a unanimous decision. I snatched up the orb. John opened the window. I threw it out as hard as I could - which, admittedly, wasn’t very far. But it was enough to make it land in the forests our college overlooked, far, far below.

We started our orb again. This one floated - barely. But enough to pass. It didn’t fly. It didn’t glow. It didn’t hum. We never saw our original orb again.

But I went for a walk two weeks later. I told John it was for inspiration, but not really. I walked where I was sure that it had fallen.

It wasn’t there. Nothing. No wreckage, no ruins. Absolutely nothing.

It was free in the forest.