9 years before the events of White Light: Rising...
The halls of the shelter were dark and cold without her light. It didn't help that the shelter was atop a tall hill, giving a magnificent view of the land along with the chill of the sky. Ethan could see the ocean surrounding the isle along with the orange trees the island held. He always loved how the leaves would change color.
He turned his head from the window and back into the room. It was a small bedroom with a fireplace in the center of the back wall. A rug lay in front of it and a bass guitar rested next to the fireplace, leaning against the wall. There were two beds on opposite sides of the room, both had blankets knitted by someone. Ethan sat on one while an older boy with black and white hair, Ashe, sat holding his legs close to him.
Ethan wanted to help him. He needed to make him feel better... but nothing would work. Ashe had lost everything. Well, he hadn't lost Ethan, but everything still felt... empty. Ashe had gotten better, but he still had these moments where all the sadness and grief would rush back to him.
With nothing else he could do, Ethan sighed and turn back to the window. The cloudy sky made everything as dull as it felt. Until something shined in the distance.
Looking again, Ethan could see the figure of a person surfing towards the island on a wave of blue light. They're fast.
This can't be happening.
Ethan looked at Ashe, who was still sitting on his bed. He looked back at the person. They're moving fast. He could now see it was a woman. It was a Light.
Go!
Ethan got off his bed, grabbing his rapier from beside the bed. He focused his energy into the prism in its guard, moving it in the air as it started glowing red before pointing towards the wall near Ashe. The sword's red glow shot out of the blade, smashing a hole in the wall.
Ashe jumped off his bed,
"Ethan!" Ashe yelled, startled, "What are you doi-"
He was interrupted and Ethan, outlined in yellow light, grabbed his arm. Ashe felt the yellow light surround his body as Ethan jumped out of the building at a blinding speed, taking Ashe with him.
They landed on the ground, but Ethan ran, still dragging Ashe with him. The wind from the speed was harsh but caused him no pain. Before he knew it, water was splashing him in the face.
Ethan was running across the water, away from the isle.
They kept going, running onto a different piece of land. They didn't stop. Dirt and rocks painlessly hit Ashe in the face as his body was pulled along by Ethan's speed. They didn't stop for a few seconds until they were deep in the woods. The yellow light had worn off as Ethan caught his breath.
"Why would you do that?" Ashe yelled as he regained his stance on the ground. His legs felt tired even though he hadn't used them to travel.
"I- I saw a Light," Ethan stuttered, "I was afraid they were going to hurt you and I..." he trailed off.
"Do you know where we are?" Ashe continued to yell. "We might be somewhere even more dangerous and you used a lot of energy just to get us here! What if I can't... Ugh!" Ashe looked around frustratedly, searching for a clue for where they were.
Ethan's breathing was heavy. His mind was racing. His eyes were watering. It wasn't until his sword fell from his hand and hit the wet ground; the grass squishing under it. Ashe snapped out of his frustration and looked at Ethan. They're both scared and tired and... wet.
