Sector 4P has always been my typical dimension. I have to admit, I've gotten quite used to it. Of course, there weren't as many stars as Silverstorm, and the people there had a cold air to them, as if some kind of darkness was engraved in their soul. Almost like the darkness I had, but they weren't demons. Their darkness came out in everyday conversations. I wonder if this was why each of people here had so many enemies, and they only made more.

"Cassia!" A voice calls my name. Looking over, I see Sky running to me, a clarinet case in one hand and a book in the other. Sky Jensen, along with her sister, Amber, were the humans I had been assigned to.

"Are you coming to the tryouts today?" Sky asked. The tryouts. I had almost forgotten.

When I looked down, I saw that my flute was already beside me. Grabbing it, I ran after Sky.

"Amber's already in there" Sky explained as we ran to the large brick building. Upon entering, the two of us split up, going to our assigned rooms. "Meet me by the fountain in the back!" She called as she ran off.

I located my room pretty quickly. Walking in, I notice that it is empty, colorless, and with walls that seemed to close in on me. The only things in the room are a music stand, a chair, and a woman giving me an unusually cold stare.

"Begin" the woman commands. As I played, she glared at me, only stopping to write down something-probably my every mistake. Her stare was equal to many of the others, filled with unreasonable hatred.  I think of Sky and Amber, and it hurt to think that they lived in such a cruel, unforgiving world.

I practically fly out of the building when it is over. I see Amber wave to me as I approach the elegant fountain, with Sky beside her.

"How did it go?" I ask after I had caught my breath.

Sky shrugs, as Amber sais, "Eh. You?"

"Oh, I don't know..." I reply.

Nyx, your time is over. The voice suddenly says.

"I have to go" I call, starting to run off.

"Will you be at-" Amber starts to say, but I don't hear the rest. Wind rushes in my ears, and slowly, darkness takes me.

***

When I open my eyes, I find myself back amongst the familiar trees of Silverstorm. A lone figure makes its way past the branches, heading down the path that leads to the palace. His hair is silver, flying in all directions. And on his neck he wears a gold charm shaped like a storm cloud. It glows slightly as he walks, a soft, pale blue light.

Grandfather Lighting.