The Boy and the Spirits

Sparks

It all started with a boy.

    A boy and the light...

    Except this light was different than a lamp or a fire. No, this light was magic. You would often find his straw-thatched room scattered with the mysterious blue luminescence, a kaleidoscope painting the walls with shades and hues. The boy, however, had no idea where it came from or how he conjured the magic up. Most times you would find him at nightfall sitting on the grassy hill that was tucked behind his shack, concentrating, for the magic would only start if he meditated. Tonight was one of those occasions. After a few minutes, he peeled one eye open to see if it worked. As he saw the streams of light, his other eyelid flew open. His vision became blurred by jets of lights circling him, reaching up into the heavens. Standing up, he began to walk toward the source of light with a new fascination. What would happen if he tried to touch it? Outstretching a hand, he cautiously moved closer and closer to the cluster of light in front of him. As he drew near, he heard faint whispers that sounded like an incoherent plea. He placed one bare foot in front of the other, inching nearer ever so slowly. His fingertips were about to graze the streaks of magic when he heard his mother call for him below.
    "Gao! Supper!" she called, uneasiness evident in her words. And just like that, the light disappeared as fast as it appeared. There was not a single trace of the blue fluorescence, just the howl of the wind as it rustled the blades of grass.
    "Coming!" he hollered back, still looking around. Beginning to trudge down the hill, Gao thought it wise to keep what happened a secret from his mother; after losing her husband she needn't another thing to worry about.
        Gao knew not much of his father, as did everyone in the small village the family once lived in. Of course, his father was close to certain people, but not much was said about his occupation. People usually educated the youth in the small villages or maintained their food supply with bounties of crops and venison: that was their occupation. For all Gao knew, when his father retreated to the mountains that sat on the eastern border of the small community, he could have been gambling with a space pirate.
    Of course, Gao was curious: he was a child. Confronting his mother usually ended poorly for whenever he did muster up the courage to ask the simple question, she would reply with, "Maybe he'll tell you when he gets back..."
    If only Gao knew he would never hear his father's side of the story...

(I finally finished chapter one (even if its crap) That was my attempt at a cliffhanger lol. I promise things will be cleared up in the next chapter. See ya!)
-Sam