There was no light. The dream started in a pitch-dark halls of nothingness.

Nefaaya didn't know how she knew that the place was a hall with a narrow pathway. And trying to get any closer to the sides would end her up falling. Falling to where? She didn't know but it was information that she didn't want to know either.

It was a dream, but for her at that moment it was the reality. Nefaaya walked ever so slowly, trying to find the door to her room. Here in this dark hall, she has no recollection of time but something at the back of her mind told her that she has to hurry to find her own room. And that reason was because she would be late in her class. Her morning class for thursday. So Nefaaya walked, half-running but no matter how far she had been, she couldn't find it. There was nothing but darkness, on either side of it was the drop that would lead to the abyss of nothingness.

She glanced on either side, something on her back caught her attention. She squinted, and saw a light, the only light in the darkness, twinkling like an alluring star that promised her safety. Nefaaya turned and started walking towards the light. Slow at first before she started running as if the light would vanish any moment.

Fear crept around her, she felt something looking at her even though there weren't. She heard voices even though there was nothing but the sound of her own footfall. She shook her head, here in this place darkness and her own mind was her enemy. To think was dangerous.

At last, she had reached the end of light, brightness enveloped her. She covered her eyes and blinked. She heard first the sound of water on either side of her and smelled the damp cold air of the forest.

Nefaaya opened her eyes and looked behind her, the darkness had already vanished. She turned forward and found herself standing on what seemed like a bridge. But it was different, it was thin and there were no handles that surrounded it that could protect those who would try to cross it.

On the other end of the bridge she saw a small building. It has a round wooden roof painted in red. The walls were bare, aside from the six green wooden poles that support the roof. There were six-steps that led to the entrance of the open buildings. From it, she could see the familiar figure of the Eye. Short-crop blue hair that looks so soft, his tan skin and his elegant double-pleated black coat who's sleeves were cut.

Nefaaya climbed the stairs and found the god staring on the small pond where a group of Glistor was playing.

As soon as she entered the building, the Eye looked up and stared at her in relief.

"You have taken too long," he said.

"The darkness," he asked. "Was it your work?"

The Eye shook his head, "the Dark Servitors. It was their work. Every time I was trying to get to you through dreams. The Servitors would try to prevent you."

Nefaaya looked questioningly at him before she sat, "are they the Rotseekers?"

"The Rotseekers are a different faction" he said. "You could say that in terms of ranking, someone need first to become a Rotseeker before he could be a Dark Servitor."

Nefaaya looked around, "so why am I here right now?"

The Eye looked at him. "I have something to rely on you," he said. "You and the others were in a village. But it wouldn't be long before something would be revealed to you."

Nefaaya looked calmly and sighed, "I concluded I was the Prophet."

The Eye shook his head, blue hair moving as he did so. "No, but something similar to that, the Prophet was part of the Flow... but you aren't."

Suddenly Nefaaya felt the air simmered around her and it made her hair stand on edge.

The Eye looked up, "it wouldn't take long," he said. "Before the Servitors follow you. Rotseekers were all searching for your trail, and Nelrue's presence had made them more agitated. But the man was part of the Path that the Flow was carefully weaving."

The house started shaking and Nefaaya heard something breaking, she looked around and saw the place was slowly breaking as if they're just a mirror.

The Eye raised his hand, "Nefaaya, the day that you have to run would soon come."

He touched her forehead, this time she didn't try to budge away from him. She felt her body falling, she closed her eyes. And inhaled air.

Perhaps she had inhaled many, for she had woken up coughing dryly. Eyes still closed, she looked at her fingers and felt that the ground beneath her was shaking, rocking on every movement she did.

She heard someone groaning, Nefaaya looked back, eyes still blind, head still dizzy. She saw Ettran clinging tightly on what seemed like bars and based on how the boy looked. She had concluded that he was vomiting.

"Welcome," Nelrue said.

She turned at him, the man was on the other side of the cage holding his flute with him. His hair was now fixed but it still carries many grimes on it. His clothes were black and dirty from all the things that they had been through.

"To the top of the world," he said. And started playing a jolly song with a shrill tone. She looked at him in confusion. What was happening around her had made her became annoyed annoyance the longer she kept listening from Ettran's groan and Nelrue dumb music.

"Can you two shut up," she shouted.

Nelrue abruptly stopped and Ettran just looked at her and turned on his bars.

"What happened," she asked and stared below her. She was placed so high and below her she could see people. Women in their brown tight clothing and men who are wearing what seems like a patterned cloth wrapped around their waist. Their strong torsos were bare and their shoulders were lined with patterns of inks that looked familiar to her.

She observed more, across below her she saw houses that clung on the bodies of the tree.

"What is this place?" She said,

Nelrue looked up, "the top of the world." He said once more. Then he chuckled. "We're here to be judged."

"Judged for what?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "for burning the forest, I guess."

On the confusion that was happening on her mind, her eyes flitted back around the cage where they were held and asked, "where's Renaeril?"