"Do you honestly think that something Chaos says is the truth? We call her Chaos for a reason!" Wick says to me as we stand in front of my room. Of course you called her Chaos, she is chaotic. This makes sense.

  "She is crazy, but she has a point, you did fall from the top of the sky." I tell her, Wick grumbles a bit in disagreement and I just smile a bit. She walks past me and looks at the door. She is totally trying to change the topic. Hey, the clumsy way she does that is really cute. That door really draws my eyes somehow, and I don't feel that spiting Wick is worth it anymore.

  "So, whaddya- wait, what are you doing?" I step over to the door, ignoring the voice from my side. It's fascinating. It's not actually a stationary cloud, but instead a intricate and random interweaving of constantly moving threads of air. I reach out and cup a few puffs of the stuff, and it writhes in my hand, as if its threads dislike each other. I give a little chuckle, and say aloud, in a voice full of contained excitement "Hey Wick,"

  To which she responds "Umm, what? Seriously, are you-"

  "WIND EELS!" I fling the cloudy substance cupped in my hands at her, and in midair it becomes a set of three long wispy streamers, which begin to chase her around the massive hall. She darts through the gardens, and even tries to hide behind some of the statues, but she can't get away from the ghostly constructs. I, on the other hand, put my hands behind my head, lean back onto the wall, and say "A job well doooOOAAAH!" As I fall through the clouds that make up the door.

  For just a moment, my vision is obscured by clouds, but like I'm in a dream, I just know what they are. They are the mists I was able to see from the top of the mountain where I spent so much of my time, the one pce where I was left alone by my hated cnsmen.

  I burst out of the embrace of the clouds to find myself in the very pce I imagined myself to be. I fall out of the clouds onto the chilly rock of my former home. The clouds touch the mountain top, so I don't have to fall far, and the wind is swirling around me. My mind goes bnk, and I can't even say anything as I look around at the beautiful view I have of the world around me. From the top of my mountain I can see the valleys and rivers, as well as the other mountains in this range, all in vivid contrasting color.

  It takes me a moment to realize that this isn't actually my former home. There isn't any trace of the dwarven construction my forefathers carved into the stone, and there's no door leading into the mountain. In fact, there's no sign of civilization anywhere at all. There used to be a human vilge along one of the rivers, but no longer. It's almost as if I've gone back in time. Of course, there's no way to know who's memories I even have, if they aren't really true. Maybe I actually have someone else's memories. That's scary, but kinda interesting.

  While I stare out at the gorgeous vista, a certain person I sent eels after comes through the cloud... and falls six feet to the ground. Headfirst. When I came through, I was fine because I weigh about as much as a feather. Somehow I still have substance, though. What in the world am I? Wick, on the other hand, weighs as much as a sack of rocks, and falls like one too.

  "AAH HAHA!" I point and ugh, "You can't fly!" At those words, she gets up off of the gravel, and stands up to her full height with a puffed out chest, as if to scare me. She's smaller than me! Why would I be scared of her? She steps towards me, and comes to a stop about five feet away from me. She opens her mouth wide, wider than I think any normal person could, and from the depths of her throat came three smoky strands. The eels!

  My eyes open wide, and I immediately take off into the sky, my creations in hot pursuit. "Have a taste of your own medicine!" I hear from the ground.

  "Shut up!" I shout back.

  I consider my options, and decide that I don't want to deal with my own medicine. I poof into a cloud of wind, which then fades away as I become one with the air. The eels, deprived of their target, twisted around in confusion. Stupid little things.

  Being the wind itself is a crazy sensation. I can't see color, but I can feel around corners, smell everything in the area, and control the patterns I move in, like limbs. I flow around, feeling the mountaintop. It's hard. Makes sense. I can feel, nearer to the top of the mountain, my good friend Wick. Actually I just met her, but she's nice.

  I cast my attention over to her, and allow myself to appear behind her in my original body. Wick spins around as she hears my feet settle on stone. "WHAT THE-! Where in the world did you come from?" To which I respond with a giggle, floating in the air. "Where did you even go?" She sighed with resignation.

  "I just, y'know, embraced my wild side!" I ugh out loud and do a few flips in the air. The eels fly over, and I give them some hugs. They did well. "I'd guess that you can do it too." We're made by the same person, after all.

  "Really? And who are you to be telling me about this crazy magic shit? Did you have this stuff in your past life? Because I did not."

  I fall down to the ground with an "oomf," and looked up at Wick. I wasn't hurt, because of my weight. "Sorry, sorry," I say quickly as I got up, "I don't know if I really want to talk about my home now. It was kind of like this, though." I look past her, and into the grand mountain range beyond, feeling my wind brush up against my hardly corporeal form. It's disquieting, to say the least.

  This pce is not my home, not really. It's simir looking, but different. There's a nagging in my mind that tells me about how nice this pce is, and how I belong here. I don't think I do. I never belonged in the Mountain, and it didn't like me either.

  Aethernal