"The Lightless" Chapter one
Chapter One-The sun Anna Park 1887 May 6 th Though I was but nine years of age when my father announced our departure to the new dimension I still remember my astonishment. My mother cried for days in secret, concealing her sorrow as we all knew we must go. I myself could not hide the tear streaks upon my face and was punished for my lack of control. I write this, however, not for the record of that pain but for the memory of something beautiful. That is the sun. To my future posterity I would share with you the precious memory engrained in me that last day as we packed. The sun, warm, yellow, and bright seemed to be shining particularly strong that day as if it wished to encourage me. It truly seemed to say "be as strong as I" and as I passed through the portal, never to see that sun again, I instilled in my memory its encouraging message of warmth and light. ...