I am painting on the canvas, as each brush stroke an image becomes more complete. I am not a perfect artist but I’m determined to be one. Is it just me or do I feel like today is irregular? I stopped painting and put the brush into the cup that is splatted with ink. I went towards my window, I opened the window and the strong blast of wind flew into my bedroom, the curtains billowing like bird’s wings. I peered my head outside and looked up at the sky, the moon is different tonight it’s a red moon. How can that be? The moonlight filtered in the room, I must paint this scene there is rarely a full red moon… I thought, someone is knocking at the door, shoot! My parents! Clean up Eupheri! I thought to myself, I rushed and cleaned up my room aware to not make the slightest sound possible. I climbed into bed and pretended to be asleep, the knocking stopped and the footsteps receded. Phew! Close call! I thought, I looked out the window again, and the red moon once again, showed the light of it’s own. Red, like fire of hope, red like a warrior killing the enemies and blood stained on the sword’s blade, maybe there is going to be a miracle. As I drifted off to sleep, later did I know the world around started to change.