In the dark, the blackness ebbed and flowed. In a place which does not exist, in a room which has no walls, at a time between the seconds, met three who were always together.
“Is it now?” A voice. More a thought than a sound.
“Yes, now.” A reply, more color than word.
A third voice hissed like a knife cutting water, “Which of us starts?”
“Me.” The first voice responded. “I pick first.” The dark rippled and, briefly, lines of force, blue if they must have color, flowed.
In the world, in a small city far from the capital, a law student suddenly looked up from the law book he was reading. His expression was one of puzzlement. After a moment he closed the book and left the room. No one noticed that the whites of his eyes now had an almost imperceptible blue cast to them. Nor did anyone notice that the shadow he cast went towards the light.
“Brother, you choose badly.” This from the second voice, “Now I pick.” Again the dark rippled, though this time the force lines, if indeed they had a color at all, were green.
In the world, in a small city far from the capital, and also far from the city of the law student, twin girls, aged ten were playing with their kitten. The twins stopped playing and looked up at the sky. When, after a moment, they looked again at the kitten it made a kitten growl and it back fur stood up. Still, the kitten made no effort to run when one of the girls picked it up. Both twins began to pet it and soon it was purring. It continued to purr when the twins held between them as they put their arms around one another. After a while the girls, laughing, ran towards their home. The body of the kitten lay forgotten behind them. Their eyes were now, somehow, vaguely catlike, and of that distinctive green color.
“A better choice bother, but still not the best.” The third voice whispered like thunder. “Watch and learn.” For a third time the force lines rippled in the darkness, and for a third time there was no color. But if somehow an observer could have seen the ripples’ he would have thought of the color red,
In the world, in a small city far from the capital, and also far from the cities of the law student and the twins, a young mother, in the act of giving birth, suddenly laughed. A moment later she was dead. The midwife, who had assisted at hundreds of births, knew of no reason the mother should be dead. Still, the child lived and, except for a very slight reddish cast to the eyes, was quite the most handsome infant she had ever seen.