"Hey Sandy." I fly down.

He waves at me.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask.

He nods.

"Well... how do you make this?" I ask gesturing.

Sandy forms a question mark on top his head. He shows me a child forming.

"Okay, okay. It just kind of happens." I say.

Sandy gives me a look.

"What? Nothing is wrong." I say.

I turn. I see the Northern lights peeking out from the clouds and toward the horizon.

"Never mind. I stand corrected." I shoot up.

Sandy creates a plane from his podium. He puts on his glasses.

"I'll see you there!" I call. 

I feel the wind. I shoot where the lights were flowing. What is going on? The lights. The dream. The fire. How could something be going wrong already?? It doesn't make any sense my mind is racing a thousand miles an hour. 

(Mordred's lullaby) Sleep child, darkness will rise from the deep and carry you off into sleep.

I hear it. I jump when the melody enters my ears. I look around frantically. I spin my head as if it was a dreidel. I don't see anyone or anything. Yet, I hear humming in my ears. It matches my dream. It's the one I heard. 

"Mother?" I mutter.