Firefly Glen amidst the mists and fiercest frosts

The fog surrounded them like a cool cloak, shrouding the earth in a dismal grey and providing them with constant cover.
 
The two boys were a startling contrast from each other. One, a shadow with sunlight eyes – the other, a golden-touched stone with eyes that seemed to shimmer like the distant northern lights.
 
As they passed beneath the stark boughs of the trees, Atlas turned his attention upward and followed the line of forestry that led to the glen. It was a common place to see fireflies. Osiris’ hopes were not misplaced in that. The shade turned to his sibling with a stern expression, but his head nodded somberly, and his eyes seemed to glitter with a faraway look. “I am sure he looks at us with pride,” the dark man offered, his young voice taking a gruff baritone.
 
The shade could not help but to feel as though he had been cheated. All that time had passed, and he had never had the chance to know his grandfather. Such fondness often fell with the words that were spoken regarding the late Charon. What would he think of his kin’s kin…