Pilot
I was perched on the roof of my studio, watching the New Moon Festival lanterns float into the night sky. The fireworks had just died down, and soon they would let out the glow-bats. The New Moon Festival was our city’s pride and joy. Stygian City: a nocturnal metropolis, home of the best displays for the festivals, a city of were-cats. As they released the glow-bats I spoke to my circle of friends. “Here come the Glow-bats!”
Alice raised her voice with mine as we spoke in unison, “Make a wish, before they fly away!” Silently, my posse and I made our wishes as the bats flew past us. As the festivities died down, the lanterns were retrieved via telekinetic interaction. We started to chat about our art. “Nova,” Alice addressed me with her soft velvety voice, “are you still designing buildings for the city?” “Yes, I am.”
We talked about the future for a while, but just as I was about to ask Alice something an earth-shattering sound cut through the air.
WIthout warning, the roof of my studio blew to pieces, and all of us were thrown off of it and flug us far from my exploding studio. I locked eyes with Alice, before we fell.