Children of the Graveyard

The sun was setting, casting its golden light across Ebbot City. There was not a single cloud in the sky, and one could see Mount Ebbot looming in the distance. Two figures were standing on top of a towering building, facing towards the mountain.

“Here we are,” Weaver announced, holding a folded blanket in his arms. CB stood besides him, staring in awe at the colorful sky. A teal scarf was wrapped around her neck, fluttering in the wind. “It’s so pretty…” she murmured.

Weaver smiled. “I was hoping you would enjoy the view.” He unfolded the blanket, spreading it on the building’s roof. “Now, let’s take a seat. In a few moments, the show will begin.”

The brilliant warmth of the sunset faded as night settled and the stars appeared, like black velvet being poked with a needle. All of a sudden, a bright flash streaked across the sky. Several more soon followed, like cosmic drops of rain.

“Weaver! Weaver, look!” CB exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Do you want to make a wish?” He asked softly, equally mesmerized by the display. His partner nodded, and they both turned back to the night sky.

I wish…