Once the ball had shrunk into a small one, it then vanished so fast that the person who had a faint breath remaining in him cried weakly, his skinny hand stretching towards the direction the ball had vanished in.
"No ….. come back!" unfortunately, the ball was no longer there to listen to such heart-wrenching cries.
The skinny and gaunt man cried and shed tears of blood, and the hatred in his eyes was so deep as he murderously looked in the direction the ball flew in.
Only he knew or understood what had been taken away from him and what that ball represented.
What this gaunt man didn't know, however, was the fact that the ball he was crying for appeared mysteriously in a certain bedroom, and this bedroom happened to belong to none other than Amabel, who was still soundly asleep, and having no clue that in less than ten minutes, she had been visited by two balls of lights.
Who would believe such a magical thing?
