Lea Lexis- Ella Nova- Angel Allwood [NEW]

The last thing the security camera at Misty Hollow Substation recorded was three women standing beneath a glass tree—and then a flash of light so pure it erased the night. When dawn came, the tree was gone. The power was back. The crows flew in circles.

And three coffee mugs sat empty on a table at The Crooked Quill, waiting for their owners to return. Lea Lexis- Ella Nova- Angel Allwood

was the first to break the silence. She was a storm in human form—sharp, impatient, with lightning-bolt earrings and a watch that cost more than the café’s yearly rent. “Two weeks. Two weeks since the power grid went fractal, and the council still thinks it’s a blown transformer.” She tapped a fingernail against her tablet, which displayed nothing but static. “I’m not waiting for them. I’m going to the substation tonight.” The last thing the security camera at Misty

Lea’s impatience melted into a grudging respect. She hated magic. But she loved a puzzle. “Fine. New plan. Ella, you track the orbital pattern. Angel, you map where the soil is changing. I’ll break into the substation and see if the pulse is syncing with your heartbeat in the sky.” The crows flew in circles

leaned back, her silver-streaked hair coiled in a loose bun. She was the town’s retired astrophysicist, a woman who had once mapped solar flares for NASA. Now she mapped the anomalies in her own backyard. “It’s not the grid, Lea. I’ve run the spectrographs. The interference is coming from above. A rhythmic pulse. Like a heartbeat.” She pulled a folded printout from her coat pocket—a jagged, repeating pattern. “Something is orbiting us. Something small. And it’s been there for six months.”