The power of the aura and hidden symbols

Lightning tore through the sky with unprecedented force, and the rain poured down in large drops that fell like shells from the sky. The water formed muddy ditches that looked like rivers, and the sea waves reached unprecedented proportions. It was good that the lighthouse was in the middle of the small island, and was spared by the elements. All the birds were huddled under the tiles of the small building and in the gaps of the old lighthouse, which seemed to be swept away at any moment by the extremely strong wind or by some thunder.

The legends of this island were his calling card. Many of them were beautiful and told how the lighthouse directed countless sailors to land. The other part of the story told how he attracted sailors who forever remained part of the heart of the island. Of course, young Peter knew them all, but that didn't bother him. He was on shift this week to maintain the lighthouse. The village did not know much about him had arrived a year ago mysteriously and mysteriously. Peter was of noble birth with a vast inheritance and titles. He had a bright future ahead of him if he followed in his father's footsteps. He had tried to study law after graduating, so he was guaranteed a place at most universities. His mother died when he was very young and he had no memories of her, but he was extremely close to his sister. After graduating with honors, Peter was invited to all the prestigious universities, but his girlfriend Gabriella was unlucky.

Peter was determined to give up everything to stay with her. The night before it happened, he was arguing with his father over the subject again, and Gabriella unwittingly witnessed it without them knowing. Very upset by what she heard, she hurried into the small, almost wrecked car she was driving, and there were so many tears in her eyes that she could barely see. The weather didn't help, the heavy rain made it even harder for her to drive. James's words were spinning in her head that she was not suitable for his son and he would not allow it. She was crying out loud, two bright lights suddenly appeared in front of her, she could barely make out the outlines of the road. There was a loud noise and darkness. The driver of the truck was unharmed, but after the hard blow, Gabriela had no chance.

Peter stood in his black tuxedo, tears streaming down his cheeks. He placed the white rose on the cold soil, and from that moment on, no one in the city or his relatives had seen it. Once a month he would talk to his sister about saying she was fine, and that was all they knew.

This had been going on for a year, Peter had sunk into a sea of ​​grief in the small village of Ribenbryag (Fish bay) , where he began working in a fish factory (like most of the village) and was staying at Aunt Louis's inn. Peter had lit the large fireplace in the house next to the lighthouse. The lights in the fireplace seemed to play a mysterious dance, and from time to time sparks flickered like little fireworks. He had locked all the windows so that the wind wouldn't open them. The wooden shutters were old and there was a slight creak.

A thick, wide slat supported the old door, which could barely withstand the gusts of the storm. Peter had a feeling the door was as old as the island itself. There were hand-engraved fishing boats, mermaids, fish, and sea monsters. Of course, they were barely different, time had not spared them. Just as he sat down at the table, the kettle made its own unique sound, and Peter jumped. Together with the boys who changed the lighthouse, they grew herbs and made unique tea. After pouring himself into the glass and taking a big sip, it did not bring him the peace he brings in principle. Peter was very worried and had a lump in his throat. He couldn't understand why. Everything calmed down and silence filled the room.

The storm ended as abruptly as it had begun. Even the old shutters no longer made a sound. He decided to look at the small boat he had come in before the storm. She was his salvation, when it wasn't working he worked on it. It took him almost a year to complete it and he was extremely proud of himself. He had named her Gabriella. He put on his thick jacket and raised the heavy slat that locked the door. Outside, the storm had stopped, the sea looked like an infinite mirror, and the huge moon reflected off. He walked through the muddy streets and almost fell several times. When he reached the boat, he looked at her, everything seemed normal, but he still felt this strange feeling.

Take a routine tour of the island, make sure the herbs you grow are well protected by the makeshift greenhouse they built. There was almost no damage, and he returned to the small building next to the lighthouse, locked the door, and headed for the iced tea. The island was in darkness, the only light coming through the small gaps in the wooden shutters that protected the windows. The strange feeling intensified, the air filled with tension. Peter felt his pulse rise and the tension build up in him. Suddenly there was a loud buzzing in his head, all the candles went out. He felt the thick board that supported the door suddenly shatter and turn into splinters. Dazzling white light flooded the room, and the island itself looked like a rising sun in the middle of the night. Peter tried to put his hand in front of his eyes to peek, but he couldn't stand it, and darkness fell.

The next time he opened his eyes, Peter felt the wind tickle his skin. It was already day, which meant he had been unconscious all night. He stood up but was very dizzy, began to look around, and realized that there were three supporting beams left of the shed. The roof was missing, two of the walls were completely gone, and the others were barely supported, half-destroyed. All he remembered was the white light. Hundreds of thoughts raced through his head. There were voices and he saw a team of firefighters and policemen approaching him. He still didn't realize what was happening when one of the doctors pulled him out and began questioning him, and the other began to shine in his eyes with a flashlight. After the examination, he began to recover and heard everyone discussing that it was a miracle that he was alive. The main version was that lightning struck the hut during the storm, but Peter was sure the storm had passed because he had made a tour just after it ended. but he noticed that the small boat he had come in was not affected, and said he would go home alone.

After convincing the fishmonger that he was fine and would go home alone, he was told that he would be on paid leave and rest for the next thirty days. He pushed the boat across the small beach on the island, climbed into it, and slowly began to return home. The sea reminded him of the midnight tour, only the reflection of the moon was missing. There was no wind or waves, the boat was moving slowly and smoothly.

Special Thanks to Jordan_Singh for the Image !