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The sun wasn’t even close to setting, so my sister, Brigit, and I decided to keep swimming in the lake. Eventually, our Gran would ring her old bell, and we’d have to head home or else be in a world of trouble. While we were both fascinated by the odd orb that occasionally appeared in the glen just after sunset, Brigit was more fixated on it than I was. It was rather mesmerizing, though, the way it would slowly weave its way around the trees before descending to the earth at the far end of the glen bordering the cliffs.
“Meghan,” my sister began. “Pehaps we could stay out a bit later. “
I remember shaking my head as I got dressed. There was a slight chill to the air now, and I was glad I brought a sweater, too. “You know how Gran worries.”
“Gran will be fine. Just a bit longer.” Brigit knew better than to raise the topic of mom’s disappearance. It had been several years now since she had last been seen in this very glen. Fortunately, Gran had taken us in.
Brigit had forgotten her towel again, and her burnished-copper hair trickled water down her naked body. I offered her mine, and she dried off, then coiled her hair into a semblance of order. She turned to look over her shoulder at something in the distance. “Meghan, please let’s just stay a bit longer!”
I remember shaking my head, then tossing jeans and a worn T-shirt at her. “Let’s get home before Gran rings her bell for a change. Neither of us wants her to worry, right?”
“Oh, all right,” she huffed, avoiding eye contact as usual. She had just finished dressing when the orb began its descent. Looking over her shoulder at me, there was a moment when her eyes softened. Was it sadness? Guilt? I suppose I’ll never know as Brigit took off running toward the orb as it began to settle into the earth.
“Nooooooooooo!” I yelled out, running after my sister, then stopping abruptly as an odd pattern of orange light began to emerge from the orb, covering the glen—and Brigit—with some sort of glistening web.
Brigit’s eyes opened wide for a moment as she began to dissolve in front of my eyes like a swarm of fireflies flickering before taking to the wind. I just stood there for the longest time, the darkness growing all around me, the clanging of Gran’s bell growing louder and more erratic.
That’s all I remember of that day in the glen, except maybe how that orb lifted off after dark, appearing like another moon in the night sky. Perhaps it had been waiting for my sister all along. She had always been our mother’s favorite.
Fiction © Copyright Terrie Leigh Relf
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from author Terrie Leigh Relf:
For thousands of Earth years, the Transgalactic Consortium has had a quiet interest in this planet and its inhabitants, the Haurans. While the Sisterhood of the Blood Moon works together with the Consortium and Haurans to maintain balance in the universe, the Blood Moon is fast approaching. The power of this moon reveals untold secrets . . . including a sacred covenant with the Mora Spiders. There is an ancient pact that needs to be honored—but at what cost and for whose purpose? The world may come to an end. But will there be a chance for a new beginning?