The Fifth Day: Importance

The light faded, Connor awoke. The sun was setting behind him, and the pond was sparkling. Conor slumped up. He remembered Twilight so clearly, her radiance. And he remembered his friends. He took a long, sweeping look around, but Evan was nowhere in sight.

Conor could see his footprints.

They glowed slightly, perfect impressions of his friends feet. He would not have noticed them, were it not for the bright light they emitted. Conor wondered only for a moment why they shone. Twilight had told him, of course. He was special.

Conor ran, a sudden sense of urgency gripping him. The luminous light told him where to go. There were weird marks on the graveyard fence, Conor realised this was Evan's footprint, where he climbed over it. Conor followed the footprints, practically stepping in them. The footprints veered across some ancient graves, through the gate and into Lumbridge. Conor kept his head low, his eyes trained on the footprints, which were getting more widely spaced; Evan was running.

Conor sprinted to, the urgency that had gripped him before now did so even tighter.