Balance

There, high in the skies, the only points of light were flickering stars. It was a gorgeous sight that only became more so after the silvery points of light became an array of violet instead. 

They connected, one after another, the contrast of the black skies against the violet making the lights almost seem piercing, as though every time one star connected to the next, and then the next, it was another dagger right through the heart. And yet, rather than pain, it was akin to a resonant bell through the body, like your very soul was acknowledging the beauty of what was being seen. 

And then the shape solidified. 

A sculpture of transparent, violet starlight trembled in the skies, taking the shape of a scorpion. 

A pillar of light descended from the skies, falling atop of Amynta's head and pushing Leonel even further away.