The darkest light brought eeriness to the lightest parts of Saint Raven. This beautiful and well-cultured place was filled with light. But tonight, of all nights, the celebration of new beginnings, was the happiest of them all.

“Yay! I can't believe we are finally free!” My best friend—onya—says.

“Me either! No more rules for a long time!”

The eerie fog decides to roll in.

“Why is it that every time a celebration happens, Flog rolls in?”

“Hmm… maybe God's happy!” I exclaim.

“Maybe!” She nods.

We both walk to our stone house, ready to celebrate freedom.

“Why are the lights off?” I ask.

“Uhh,” I feel her grasp on my arm tighten. “That’s not right.”

“What happened?” I whisper.

“I have no idea.”

We walked hand in hand, ready to embrace the dark lit house.

“No one’s here.” We say in unison. Where did everyone go?