She stood by the window, watching the sun explode out of the cloud volcano. Pure pulsing energy pushing skyward. Etching the deepest orange against the window, creating stain glass patterns, she felt the raw emotion of nature’s dark and light.
Always feardom of night; broken will and sweating by noises heard; visions conjured. Swept up by north winds and hunter’s moons. Lost in shadow forests. Caught in webs of nightmares.
Sunlight illuminated the darkness corners. Drove evil back into caverns. Created flowers and apples. Felt warm against night-cold skin. Revealed safe paths through the brambles.
She smiled her morning smile, pulling the orange aura into her soul. It felt sustained and glowing. With the sunrise came completeness. With the sunrise came life. Alchemy of light magic cast aside the dark arts.
One more sunrise, and the distance was growing. Was this the moment, this the time she would explode upwards; sailing on the sea of streaked orange and grey, red and black. Reaching higher than the mountains. Touching the equinox sky.