A man who called himself Torch sat on the top of a building in the city of Eurydice. Orion was right above him curled by his silver shining ring and he sat against Hazelelponi, the smallest of all five moons. She was a tiny orb of red that blinked now and then lazily like she was bored been sucked in the sky. She was much further from where Torch was, he had had she was better viewed at Barren Lands to Nashira.

The five moons business was too much for him, he knew they were the source of grannies' power and anyone who dare to touch Celestial but why five of them? He was sure the old guy Orion can do the job quite well. Moreover, he wondered what would happen if there were five suns and endless sources of Radiation.

Abinadab won't be trapped in the land of dreams hiding away from his pain, Torch thought bitterly.

Vulcans have limited access to Radiation and survive until another Daylight. All Vulcans have a Well, a place in their mind which was connected with their heart, was a place they kept their Radiation. It was about a will of a Vulcan to determine how much Radiation it can be stored and how much it can be touched. A Radiation to a Vulcan was a life force, their heartbeat, and without it, they die. And too much of it tore them apart. If Sky Kingdoms had five suns, Torch's thought still sat strongly on his mind, we will probably be gods by own rights.

However, Radiation had never seduced Torch to be anything than a provider for all who cannot provide for themselves. He didn't seek glory or power, regardless, he was the queen's weapon. Before he came back to the capital city of Perseus he was at Hilltop, a small town which was about a hundred miles away from Eurydice. It was the first time he was sent by the queen away from the city and he came back without killing anyone. He was supposed to collect books from a granny. Yes, for the light of the sun, books! Three bricks of tomes. He didn't bother himself by opening them, he was already disappointed he was not killing anyone. Radiation was like steel, it rusts without use. But now he understood the importance of the tomes because Leizel was back from Europa. The tomes must be related to artifacts and how those grannies made them he didn't know. Leizel was not keen on sharing that information. It was Watchers' business. Burn me if I got tangled in that one.

He felt the strange warmth of Orion brushing his skin, he closed his eyes and let his thought drifted. Sky Kingdoms was surviving with no sun, but with no sun came Spiral Pulser, the heart of the darkness, and a force of destruction.

Spiral Pulser had left people with no choice but to crowd at the same place to fend the Pulser and grannies who knew everything have designed artifacts to help fight the Pulser but beyond the walls of the city, Spiral Pulser still ruled.

It meant going out of the city was deadly, no. It was only dangerous. Torch had an encounter with Pulser only once and he had survived.

Eurydice was flat on land without a mountain nor hill at sight with symmetrical streets all leading to Crown's Keep. Around the Crown's Keep was high-rank elites' manor and towers; Sky Kingdoms had divided the society by their rank thus how they reside. Eurydice was the oldest model where higher ranks of the society were found in the heart of a settlement and the lesser ranked members of the society found refuge at the outskirts of the city.

Torch was still on top of Baal Zephon Tower, twelve-story high, paneled with dark glasses, and around it, it was paved by white river stones. Everything inside was of at least artifacts, lights can be dimmed or light dull blue, he once saw one room shinning red inside it. It was the most expensive apartment in the whole Perseus. It was built at Golden Rose, a section for elites which was established ten years ago, between the first and second citizen section on the east of the city. The first and second citizens' houses were mostly white and gray roofed in wood dipped in oil and coated with dark paint. Somewhere squared, others topped on each other. It was orderly done at this section, the roads were paved and flowers were taken off.

Torch's building where he lived with his brother, May, and other unfortunate children was at the third citizen section a few blocks away but he always finds refuge here at Baal Zephon Tower in their garden on the top of their roof, hallways displaying landscapes which he only dreams of seeing, air-cooled to match the white-lights heat. Here he was living a dream.

There were footsteps coming to the roof, he didn't bother to look back to see who was coming, the resident of the tower had grown used to him to a point that they thought he was also a resident. The footsteps continued, paused, and turned in his direction. They had different echoes. It was two people then.

"There you are," a feminine voice spoke. "Why you didn't tell me you are back?"

"How did you find me?" Torch asked the source of the voice.

"Oh, well. Nina told me where I would found you," Chrysanthe replied.

Torch turned his head, looked at two girls staring at him. He first connected his eyes with Nina who turned red on the face and looked at her feet. Nina's past was as vague as May's but he knew she turned seventeen a month before. She had long dark hair reaching her lower back, caramel round face dotted with freckles and besides that, she was a proper lady, she always put those dresses of women Torch is seen hovering around Genevieve; today she chose a dress with a long flowering skirt embroiled in patterns. How she goes around in that beats Torch. Alongside her court manner, she always had her sketchbook with her. Torch had no idea what she drew inside it, he had never had a chance to peak since it was always guarded but she also used it to communicate. Nina was mute, she can hear but she cannot speak the words; she often weaves signs to talk.

Illuminator burn me! Even know I hadn't learned those signs.

And how on night cursed world she knew where Torch was? He had never told anyone he came at Baal Zephon Tower. The girl was strange.

"That's interesting," Torch said standing up and collecting Light and strapped her on his back. "Did she weave the signs and boom you are at Zephon?"

"She wrote it," Chrysanthe smiled. She was the same age as Torch, however, she was Burl Delforge's daughter, the most influential elite after the queen.

Delforge's influence was not in starlings, it was military. Perseus' army and all policing force were his. They march, they kill and they conquer when he ordered. He was the reason Torch met Chrysanthe; he wanted his daughter to be different than any Watcher or Celestialblessed by been one taught how to fight by a Vulcan. However, there was nothing Torch can teach her about Celestial, how to touch it, and how to will it. The energies might came from the sky but they were different.

Torch walked towards them until he was a hand's length away from Nina who was still looking at her feet. Suddenly he saw a dagger flashed between his eyes, no one was holding it; it was moving on its own.

That's cheating, moving things without touching them, Torch thought which was better, to walk back or to free Light. He took the former and stepped back. Chrysanthe was very protective of Nina, much deadly like a mother.

"Now I got scared pretty good," Torch laughed. "What do you want, ladies?"

"You promised me that when you came back you will train me. You said 'I will go full Radiation mode on you', yes your words are not mine," Chrysanthe said folding her hands.

"Best we find a suitable place for that. I don't often go full Radiation mode, too much waste of Radiation," Torch replied. He was very good at keeping his promises.