The air is clean up here. 

It's cold, but not too cold. 

My skin's warm, tingly, as I follow the others. 

The sun coats the clouds. They're close enough to touch now. I reach up, pulling my body with me. I'm floating in the sky. 

The song of the wind calls to my sisters and I alike. We howl in unison, harmonies entwining themselves as we ascend even higher. We feel the pull, we go higher.

My song bounces from peak to peak, filling the sky with music. It's echos gallop with us onto spikes small enough to crumble beneath our feet. 

But we do not fall. 

We soar. 

Balancing on the top of the world, I look out over everything that will one day be ours. My blue hair plays with the air. My amber eyes glow with the sun. I breathe in the atmosphere that hugs me lovingly. 

Then a scream shatters my world. 

Glass smashes beneath me. My sisters fall away into ash. I listen for the echo, for myself, and hear nothing. 

Artificial light burns out the gold in my eyes. I'm blind, and my sisters are gone.