Excerpt
Chapter One

Serenity sat on the wooden bench in front of her house looking out at the Ormond Sea. It was beautiful during the evening; which is why she chose that very location to build her home some eighteen years ago. Serenity loved to watch the sunset. The way the sun’s rays would cascade across the blue water performing mystical illusions of dance with fog and colors; colors that only God could create from his palate of beauty. Many times Serenity tried to replicate the colors in her art work, but she never truly succeeded in the way she wanted; however, she still managed to sale her paintings for small fortunes, providing a decent living for herself and her family. Serenity’s most famous work of art “The Dance of Life: God’s Masterpiece,” was still in demand in certain parts of the world with private art connoisseur’s calling in hopes to purchase a replica of its original painted twelve years earlier. The Dance of Life was truly the closest she had ever come to replicating God’s work. Serenity loved to sit and watch the ocean just as much as she loved painting. Watching the ocean was Serenity’s meditation. Sometimes if she sat long enough she would see dolphins and whales migrating during the winter months. "You plan on sitting out here all night?” Serenity’s son Arius walked up and stood behind his mother. “It is as beautiful to me as it was when I was a kid,” Arius said captivated by the same view as his mother. Serenity smiled remembering how much her son’s fear of water kept him yard bound. Loving the ocean was defiantly a learned tolerance that came about during his teenage years. “It looks like a storm is brewing,” Arius remarked. Serenity saw the same clouds that her son made mention of and agreed that there was a storm brewing and not just in the sky. "Sit down Arius,” Serenity said as she motioned toward the bench behind them, taking a seat where she and Arius had spent many evenings together. “I’d much rather go get ready for my night,” Arius said, “I just came out here because I don’t want you to feel like you have to avoid me because I asked about my Father.” Arius paused for a brief second before continuing to speak. “And to tell you the truth Mom I really don’t want to hear anymore of your childhood fantasies.” Arius sounded let down as if his mother had greatly disappointed him. “I’m just gonna say goodnight.” Arius turned away from his mother and began walking back to their Victorian built home. “If you want to know who your Father is,” Serenity said with a slight hesitancy as she listened to the freshly cut grass crunch under Arius’s footsteps. “If you want to know who your Father is I strongly suggest you take a seat because you will not get this opportunity again."