The night sky was beautiful. From the roof Miran wanted to reach out and touch one of the stars. Seeing them in the mortal realm reminded him just how different it was the Isle. Stars back at home were farther away than they were in the human world. He had once read that the barriers around the Isle were made of such strong energy that everything outside it lacked lustre in comparison.
As much as he tried, even the beauty of a thousand stars couldn't calm the storm in his mind. The talk with his grandmother had gone on well given the circumstances but he knew that something wasn't right. It all started with the unexpected visit from the Matriarch. His grandmother never did anything on impulse and she certainly would never play messenger for anyone. So why did she come to the mortal realm?
