Prologue 

A great Darkness had descended upon the valley city, Hethwenthor. Of this time, we know but the scattered and incomplete accounts which were left by the people who wrote them.

Chapter One

Rainbow

(An acronym)

Rain is falling to the ground,

Anywhere and everywhere I see water dripping down.

I look up and search the sky of clouds.

Now I see a place where sun beams fall through,

Brilliant shades of red, orange, yellow, green, and the rest,

One after the first flowing in a breathtaking arch of colors,

Wonderful and glorious is God’s great creation,

The rain drizzles down the window pane in front of my face; my breath makes a faint fog on the cold glass. Across the field is Mingus Mountain, normally a dark blue silhouette against the sky, now a rolling bank of misty grey clouds and falling rain. Another rivulet of water trickles past my eye, and I glance up at the sky.

Many have slept, but not all
Many have awakened, but not all
The world never sleeps?
Not all

As the sun rises, it sets
As the sun sets, it rises
As the moon rises, it sets
As the moon sets, it rises

So tell me, dear, does the world sleep?
Does it rest, so not a thing is awake?
But you have said: the sun always rises
Always sets

The world is always awake
The world is always asleep
How can that be?
It can be
Because the world is a ball

Rain
drops of silver,
crystalline tears,
wash away
sorrows and fears
Rain, rain,
don't go away,
keep me company,
cleanse my weary soul,
with drops of silver,
crystalline tears,
wash away sorrows and fears,
Rain, rain,
you blow away,
the sun comes out
on a whole new day

The sun is bright, that's so right. It looks like a fluffy pillow, and I can't believe it's yellow.