I rub my face. God. I had to think of something. I walk around the streets of Corona. So many black rocks. So much destruction, but no one cares. No one cares that these rocks could possibly be the end of the earth. Okay, that might be a little out there, but it must be the end of Corona if these spread any farther. I've tried so many times to tell them, but no one would listen.

Not even my own father. He knows something. I know he does but he wouldn't even let me in. I feel like I'm in darkness. So so alone. I'm always alone. He doesn't understand me. No one understands me. Not my Dad, Cassandra, and certainly not the princess, why else would she break her promise. She wouldn't have if she understood me. 

I see the old Corona pub. I enter it. Maybe a drink would make me forget my worries. I knew the manager he made these delicious beers, but they didn't have alcohol. They were like brothy milk.  I sit down. The manager looks at me.

"Hey, it's been a while since we've seen your dad, is he okay?" The manager asked me.

About that... I wouldn't say being encased in amber would make him okay.

"Just on a really long trip." I lie.

He smiles. He gives me a glass of his famous foam milk. I chug some of it down without even thinking. I grip my head. 

Out of nowhere, music starts playing and a sweet smell enters my nose. It smelled like the freshest roses in the world. I turn. A man enters. I gasp when I see him. He wasn't normal looking.