Lost in Darkness

For weeks now the streets of the silver city have been left cold and dark after nightfall. The magic lanterns that once filled the capitol with a warm and enchanting glow have remained lifeless crystalline prisons to a once needed illumination. Those who walks the streets at night are few, blessed with bravery or cursed with ignorance.

Darkness seems to hold up the walls that separate rich from poor. Without light they are impassible. In these weeks of empty streets, and walls painted with shadow, some of those brave enough to walk in darkness have seen a rare and beautiful sight.

Soaring at magic speeds, a lone pulsing ball of light streaks through the alleys and past the windows or Andisine. It's presence illuminates for a moment, returns life and beauty to this once great place, then in the next moment it is gone.

It sheds a light that does not warm. It sheds a light that heals, and a light that taste like music and sounds like hope. Each night it flashes to life, weaving and dancing from wall to wall, as thought it was searching. Searching for what it once was. Searching for the key to unlock the mystery of the darkness. Searching for its friend and master, yet he is not there. But it searches none the less. A lone light of hope in a city buried under it's own tipped scales.

Here, then gone.