They say if there were no bad, we would not see the good. If there were no shadows, there would be no sun. No darkness, no light.
But I can prove them all wrong. I have seen the Land of Light. It is so bright and perfect that a tear has never fallen, and a shadow has never been cast. Everybody glows. Not like a firefly or a light bulb, because you need darkness to see that kind of light. But everybody, everything is light. It outshines the shadows.
But the Land of Light is a dangerous place, and so is kept hidden. It is kept behind the clouds, at the top of a light house, by a small crescent of a coast, on a hidden island, in the middle of a hardly traveled sea, guarded by a very grumpy and determined old man, Thomas Whalen.
And how do I know all of this?
It all started last summer when my parents deserted me to vacation in Spain. I was stuck with ancient Uncle Tom, who lived in a run-down light house in the middle of no where. He grudgingly agreed to watch me due to the “Cash Prize” my parents offered.