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.