A child of light in the midst of darkness

Previously

…He saw the retreating shadows, but he also felt a subtle shift in the spiritual air. The darkness had been pushed back, yes, but it had not been vanquished. It had merely retreated, perhaps to gather its strength, perhaps to regroup. The joy that had returned was a precious gift, but it was also a beacon. And beacons, he knew, could also attract unwanted attention. He looked at Jerry, his heart filled with love and a deep sense of foreboding. The boy’s mission had truly begun. The war, the Elder knew with a certainty that settled deep in his bones, had just begun.