By Julia Sultana

The general glanced at the sky, confirming the visual alliance of his troop’s charted course with the grand scheme, above. His eyes adjusted to the night sky – now a softly lit dome revealing a heavenly theatre of deities glowing with their intangible beauty. To the north, a fleet of four distinctly bright stars pulled another three in tow. Then unexpectedly, the bright asterism dimmed and disappeared, as a massive dark cloud rolled overhead. A single drop of cold rain splashed into his eye, and he involuntarily blinked, startled, before commanding his gaze ahead into the indistinguishable horizon. The seven prongs of light were now obscured, as if a curtain had abruptly closed. A cool wind lifted and rustled the leaves on a nearby tree. A storm? It had not been predicted in the star charts. He dropped his shoulders slightly and uttered a silent incantation, in the hopes of appeasing the Divine Supreme. Around him, the soldiers slowly began to stir and awaken. They would move again, at dawn.