Author: Orin Might
They covered the sky like the blanket of the Milky Way. From horizon to horizon, twinkling and watching, countless points of silver light in the black void of the night. They arrived in a flash, sentinels of silent defiance, ominous and horrible.
I stood in the yard, holding my son and hugging my wife as chaos reigned all around us. The simple presence of these otherworldly ships had just broken the minds and hearts of billions. Minds and hearts that, just half an hour ago, had been blissfully ignorant, now impaled with horror and fear. The wound must run so deep, I doubt if it could ever heal.
My son pulled his face back from the leg of my jeans and looked up with tears in his eyes.
“Is it time now, Dad?”
With a nod, I replied. “Yes, son, you can be yourself now. There is no need to keep hiding. Our people have arrived.”