It was a day like any other. All days tend to be until something remarkable happens.

Vincent Clive, 21 years old, jumped left and right, dribbling the basketball between his legs as he turned past an imaginary opponent, a drop of sweat beading off his nose as he jumped and threw the ball, falling with a swish through the hoop hanging over his garage.

As the ball fell through the chill night, lit only by the harsh buzzing fluorescence of the street lights and the occasional blip of star light, Vincent wiped the sweat from his face with his damp tank top, revealing the athletic, if somewhat average body beneath. Vincent loved to play sports, but he wasn't exactly an Olympic athlete.

As he retrieved the ball and whispered the screams of an imaginary crowd cheering his name, Vincent stopped to wave at his neighbor who was driving home for the night.

"Miss G, thanks for the cookies! They were great!"

"It was my pleasure Vincent, you sweetheart. Keep doing well on the basketball team and you'll keep getting sweets from me. Go eagles."

The old woman laughed before driving off to her house just across the road. Gina, or Miss G had always treated Vincent like a grandson since his mother had passed away. With his father never really in the picture to begin with, Vincent cherished her as family, and she him.

As he turned from her back to the basketball hoop, he looked up just in time to see one of the stars in the sky above the hoop glow brilliantly before a glowing blue shockwave seemed to pulse through the sky. He watched as it seemed to push the clouds away and wash over the horizon.

"What the fu-"

Vincent couldn't finish his thought before the star glowed even brighter, growing into an explosion of stellar proportions whose sheer luminosity forced tears from his eyes before blackness took his vision.

Vincent was not unconscious, but blinded by the sheer flash of brilliance from the explosion that must have occurred light years away, a flash he just so happened to be staring at during this once in a lifetime moment. He heard as the wind began to pick up and laid down, as he remembered the shockwave that he had seen fast approaching while his vision was still with him.

Ducking to the ground, Vincent felt as a shockwave blasted past him, rolling him several meters along the ground and scraping him up, he heard the sound of Miss G's car door closing as hurried footsteps walked towards him.

"Vincent! My god Vincent the- the sky… Are you okay?"

"I can't see. I can't see anything Miss G. There's something wrong with my eyes."

Vincent heard a sudden sharp intake of breath from Miss G across from him as one of her hands caressed the side of his cheek.

"Your eyes… So beautiful. Something strange is happening Vincent. The power is out, I can't even get my phone to work, there's a strange light glowing in the sky, and… in your eyes. Take my arm, lets get you inside and get these scratches patched up. Please."

Vincent sighed but took her arm. He has a million questions as to what exactly was happening, but right now, he couldn't see anything and he trusted Miss G to help him. He heard as she led him into his home, and his own spacial awareness of that familiar space prevented him from fumbling around too terribly before he was seated.

Over the next fifteen minutes, he flinched and fussed as Miss G treated his wounds, the sting of alcohol on his wounds to keep infection from setting in distracting him from his worry. Thankfully, by the time she had treated his wounds, Vincent found that he could see again. Miss G noticed his eyes focused on her across from him in the dark room which seemed to be lit by a pair of candles at this point and nodded with satisfaction.

Vincent returned her nod before standing up and heading to the bathroom to look in the mirror, and what he saw shocked him.

Although the only lights in the entire house were the candles flickering by the sofa, two small lights glimmered back at him in his reflection as Vincent's usually green irises seemed to blaze with a soft moving flare of light burning within the orbs. Blues, purples and pinks seemed to dance in his irises softly in some hypnotizing dance. He found himself lost in his reflection for a minute before he remembered Miss G's words earlier and went to the door, leaving his house.

Early in fall as it was, now around 10:00 pm on a fall night, Vince would have expected to find the quiet suburban neighborhood a half an hour's drive outside of Seattle to be dead quiet, but when he stepped outside, he saw that half the neighbors were standing outside their homes in small huddled groups, whispering to or holding their loved ones or just staring up at the sky as his gaze followed theirs, and Vincent saw that the sky had changed forever. Among the stars, which he now saw brighter than ever due to the complete lack of light pollution with the blackout, Vincent saw a massive glowing ball in the sky, nearly twice the size of the moon from his perspective. Exactly like the lights in his eyes, it danced in the sky like a contained aurora, blues, purples and pink lights swirling in a cosmic waltz.