They stood on the shore and watched the last lights float away on the tide.

Their glow faded and the dark night took hold, the dark night that would last forever.

It had been prophesied: cast out all light and let the dark rule. They would be rewarded when he came for them.

Only the stars twinkling far above provided solace to those that dared to turn away from the blackness.

Cressida watched those at the shore from afar. She cradled the candle in her hands.

One day she would ignite it. One day hope would burn brightly.

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.