Shadow & Light
"Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light." (Pythagoras)
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The guards marched into the heart of the inner city streets. Folks soon began to burst into hearty cheers to cheer on the celebrations for the coronation ceremony. Images of the young heiress had been plastered all over the city. But not everyone had been amused to see the next in line to the throne. A huge crowd had gathered around, and the guards had been told by the council to be extra vigilant— if they saw anyone that looked suspicious they’d have to take action- right away. Somewhere not too far from all the cacophony of deafening chorus of cheers~ a little kid looked on in awe from the top of her self made tower. How he dreamed of…someday being a part of that crowd..and maybe even getting to see what it was like being in the heart of the big city. For now all the kid could do was just got extend the latest invention, and use that to view what was going on from the top of the kid’s watchtower. Suddenly, a gust of a strong wind came out of the middle of nowhere. It rocked the little tower back and forth. The kid was tossed into the air, and tried to grab the edge of the tower, but lost its grip and began its descent toward the spiked wall that was around the home base grounds. The last thing the kid saw was the sharp point of the star from the top of the watchtower spinning fast. It spun and finally stopped— with its sharpest point embedded in the kid’s young heart.