@TheWritingFireBird Contest Entry
Everything in this house is too bright. It's like the light is reflected twice as powerful on every shiny surface. The smell of flowers and perfume is so strong it burns my nose and brings tears to my eyes while I try and examine the area around me. Our target, The High Healer, sits upon his golden chair at the head of his long golden table. His neatly brushed white hair is pulled back and his amber eyes are soft and focused wholly on the person sitting beside him. His wife, Kyra, holds his hand and smiles at the joke he told her. Her hair is gold, her eyes are emerald green, and her skin is tan dusted with gold. She looks like a Goddess woven of sunlight. It's disgusting. My uncle has no taste. I rub the bridge of my nose feeling a headache coming on. A flower blooms on the rafter nudging my face. It glows faintly in gold. It's glittery and shiny. I roll my eyes. Looking to the side I see where Void is crouched on one of the ceiling rafters across from me,
