From the depths of the darkness, a voice called.

He knew better. He told himself that as he shifted in his bed. He knew better than to look.

The voice whispered to him, the words indistinct, but sweet.

He squeezed his eyes shut, pulling his quilt tighter over his head.

They had been coming for him for weeks now. Every night since the eclipse. Every night since they took his sister.

He had watched them as they had taken her.

Neither of them had known what they were. No one on Earth had. No one had expected the eclipse to be anything other than the usual astronomical light show. No one had believed in magic or the supernatural.

Certainly, no one had expected the ghostly bodies to materialize in the air above them as the Earth's shadow devoured the moon.

But there they had been. Translucent. Colorful. Almost humanoid.

They'd drifted through the air, like jellyfish in a still sea.

They had been mesmerizing. An unknown both beautiful and impossible.

And their voices. Their...