from the descending sun, he was quick to find the spot his daughter has been pointing out to him: a bright ball of light, chased into the horizon by an endless plume of smoke; one blink away from vanishing into the dusk.
“She did it, she’s flying sweetheart,” he retorted. His voice muffled by the slight drip of melancholy saturating his tone.
Once more, Eliana refused to take notice. Something else, a new adversary soaring through the sky was quick to steal away her attention.
From Terry’s sharp inhale, it seems that he can saw it too.
“What the hell is that?”
Before Eli could even reprimand her father for swearing, a loud boom cracks through the air. All focus was drawn towards the fiery projectile growing closer to the prized ship, hardly visible in the night sky.
“Pa, what’s happening?” Eli shrieked, her eyes reflecting her uncertainty and fear beginning to take hold of her emotions.
“Pa!” she began to furiously shake his shoulders in an attempt to gain an answer.
He didn’t respond. Fire and incoming destruction reflected off his shocked face, swirling through his perplexed orbs.
“Dad, please!” her actions became frenzied, fingers dug into his shirt, head pivoted back and forth between him and the uncertain peril illuminating the skies.
“Dad--”
The raucous shrill of metal on metal, titanium as it crashed into space grade aluminum, cuts her rebuke short. The ringing aftermath of an explosive impact, setting the clouds ablaze, the world as Eliana knew it on fire. Everything she loved going up in smoke:
Her mother, unfortunately being at the center of it all.