[The Fifth]

Calad took a lemba, and ate it quickly. He heard the fluttering of wings as the faeries set off to gather firewood. They would soon return. The elf glanced briefly at Thengise and Collette, still eating, and then looked at the ground once his and Thengise's eyes met. The sky was deep navy blue now, with small twinkling dots spread out across it. Fireflies also hovered by; they resembled small yellow stars seperated from their kin in the sky. One floated past Calad's face, illuminating his eyes and making them shine as if it were day. Then it was dark again.

Soon the faeries returned, carrying bundles of twigs and sticks, some dead and some still living. They set it into a pile and soon sat down to join the group. At last, they had a fire going. It flared up and quickly devoured the sticks. Occasionally a faerie tossed another stick in, and soon conversation started. Calad only partially listened, staring into the heart of the sun-colored flames. He realized that there was much more light in the world then he had thought; there was the light of fire, the light of the fireflies, the light within his eyes, the light of the stars, and the light of day.