The boy could do nothing but watch as his skin slowly turned golden with light emanating from each pore.
The room, that had only just encountered Light, was now glowing, burning like a star.
The boy wanted to cry, not because he was in pain, but because he didn’t know what was happening to him. He didn’t know whether it was right or wrong, good or bad, true or not. All he knew was that he was helpless and had no powers to control anything that was happening to him or to the things around him.
He wanted to cry — wanted to cry but no tear came to his eyes. A little voice though, did reach his ears asking him to be calm and patient. Where did that voice come from? He didn’t have a clue. Probably from his heart. But he listened to it nevertheless. He dropped all his fears, confusion and thoughts on the floor, and let the situation take him over. He stood there, in the middle of the room, with arms wide open, with closed eyes, and with lips that broke a smile.
The window shattered first and all the shreds evaporated in the magical air. The door cracked and flew a thousand miles away. Next, the roof disappeared in the sky, while the floor was swallowed by the earth. Slowly, in bits and pieces, the room vanished leaving behind no trace of either itself or the things inside. All that was left was an open, green field wrapped in an enchanting twilight.