The bright light from the rift dimmed seconds later, revealing the world I was more accustomed to. It was nighttime, but there were no clouds in the sky. The moonlight shone bright, but it was nothing compared to the lights showered on us from the helicopters scattered across the wind.
Barricades held back cheering civilians with placards, chanting our names loudly as camera flashes bombarded my location, forcing me to cover my eyes with my hand.
"They have returned! Texas is safe!" a voice shouted from afar, but I couldn't identify the source due to the chaos.
I could hear heavy footsteps from behind and assumed more people were walking out of the rift, so I paid them no attention. Once my eyes adjusted to the brightness and chaos, I lowered my hands—and saw so many people cheering with posters of myself.
Girls screamed at the top of their lungs, fighting to get a better view of me. Cell phones pointed in my direction as they greedily took as many pictures as possible.
