Author has written 15 stories for Yu-Gi-Oh, Magnificent Seven, and Transformers.
Night. Jh'tael and Shisaith were stargazing. But not at the moon, because that was white and the stars were yellow and sparkly. Shisaith says, "that counts when you, when you're sleepy. Your eyes fall close just like the falling stars. Jh'tael says, "Are we going to keep watching her?"
"No, to the stars that are winking at us!"
"Wish now or you're out. Falling stars give pleasure. They shelter you and the things you tell. It has to be a big one though. Else the black night takes it in. It gives back what you lost," says Shisaith, "because it's the Night."
Soft pats on the sand make a window. It is night and we are in the desert. There is not much light. If it was warm, then at least you weren’t cold. Then you just threw your quilt around your head. But we are not at home and you don’t walk on carpets; not on floors. It's wrong. We're walking on camels.
The turban and the men are looking at us. On a sigh it says, "Lost? Once and it's your head that's lost!" their fingers point threatening to the shadows. Spears are pointed at us. They have our black night. The exit leads to the mountain. But they have the stars and they have Shisaith. And she chooses to stay.
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