An Ill-Fated Order of Happenings

(Lindsay's POV)

I always admired the stained glass windows that decorated the cathedral-like building of Pheasant's Eye's guild hall. My particular favorite was the Knight of Equilibrium that shimmered over the Master's throne, a black armored warrior only armed with a set of silver scales. I painted my own mural of him that now hangs in my tattoo shop, but nothing could ever compare to the beauty of the colors that surrounded the dark figure, a rainbow gleaming onto the marble floors. That was the first sight I remember seeing with my parents, but the last time was less appealing. Rain poured down the windows as my fourteen-year-old self said goodbye for the last time to the people who loved me. There was no rainbow, but I swear the knight seemed to cry as much as they did.

The scales followed me to the Art Institute where my acceptance piece was a metal sculpture of scales filled with water that emptied on one side to fill the other, but always returned to balance at one point, just like the world should.

TBC....