Weekly Short: Midnight Exodus

The chosen has come. She who will lead us out from the dark. For too long, the good folk of the midnight zone have craved the light, with no more than imagination to sustain them. The denizens of the upper ocean stop us from reaching too high, keeping us so low that we meek out miserable lives on the ocean floor.

But no more. The sea witch claimed many currents ago that the one who made their own light would lead us up. Their shine would be so bright that all would see and gather. In their brilliance, we are freed. The light has arrived.

She is by far the largest Angler I have ever seen. Her luminescence can be seen for miles. Creatures I lived next to my whole life, never knowing they existed, are clear to me now. All of us are drawn to her. 

She has never spoken, not a word, but her eyes see us clean, her will resounds in our heads.

“Soon. You will follow me soon.”