Part 9 - The Star
From the shadow’s point of view, the young man trembling before him was in desperate need of comforting. The revelations had come too fast. Perhaps not our time. The shadow tried to convey wordlessly. Our time so different than earth.
The shadow tried to make its red eyes glow kind. Feeling incomplete, formless, not having the human element of arms to hug him. So much love. “Matty...” the shadow tried to speak, but only a fierce groan emerged into the air further frightening the young man.
As night fell. The shadow remembered how it had merged its mind with Mathew every night before sleep for his nineteen years on earth. Bring it back. With that, the heavy fog and brilliant patterned colors above parted. The sky above them darkened and cleared. The shadow enveloped Matthew a cocoon of sweet smelling air from which Mathew had always thrived.
Calmed in a familiar, Mathew instinctively searched the northern sky where a star faintly gleamed. At once he understood, “Mum?”