I awoke in the Chamber, that’s what we call our healing tent even though it’s morelike a manor, and everything was pitch black . I figured out where I was andrealized I was alone. I cried out in surprise. In the few times I’ve been to theChamber they never left my side, they always took shifts, one here and the other atCirrus. Cirrus is my home, a manor built for three coeleste, Father, Mother, and I. Ican remember what they both looked like. My father, Zephyr, had a smooth, darkcomplexion with dashing, bright eyes. Like all coelesti his eyes were differentcolors, his left eye was a warm chestnut brown and his right eye was a soft forestgreen. His short, curly hair was white like all the other male coelesti. The best partthough was the smile that almost never left his sharp features. My mother, Chlor,was the one of the most beautiful coelesti I have ever seen. She had a warm, palecomplexion and her eyes always were shining with excitement and joy. Her lefteye was a bright amethyst purple, and her right eye a deep amber. Her hair was adark but vibrant auburn. Someone came in and I calculated the distance. Oncethe person was at arms length I lashed out. The back of my hand connected withsomebody’s cheek. The person grunted and then chuckled. “Favon,” I breathed.Favon Aqui was my father’s brother. After his joining ceremony he took his wife’slast name as was tradition.“Hey kid, you doing alright?” I nodded. “Can youturn the lights on, or at least open the curtains?” “They are on,” he saidworriedly, “ Can you look at me?” I turned my head toward his voice. He suckedin a breath, “Bora!” he yelled. Bora was my assigned healer. She had helped mymom through labor, and when I had an accident when I was on my first flighttrying to harness the winds. As well as the times when I push myself too hardtrying to make a storm and many times after that. I heard Bora run in. “ Look,check his eyes,” I felt soft hands pry my eyes wide. “What?,” I asked nervously.“It’s just… your eyes… they’re completely…black.” I didn’t know what to think.“ What do you mean ‘completely black’ ?” I say. “How can they be black?” Favonasks. “I don't know,” Bora said, “ I’ve never seen anything like this before. He’schecked out and stable and I’m sure you’ve been to the council and filled out thepapers.” It was quiet, so I used the trick I’d invented once I mastered the winds. Iused to use it to spy on my parents when they were talking to my tutors at thelearning center. I call it wind whispering and only my family knows about iteven though I haven’t told them how to pull it off’. I swirled the winds carefullyaround Bora and Favon. The winds returned and told me what was happeningaround me by sending images into my head. I closed my eyes and concentrated. The pieces of images pieced together in my head and formed Favon and Bora. Borawith her short raven black hair and beautiful olive toned skin, her cherry pink lipsand soft eyes. Her left is a light pink and her right a soft green. She had a look ofsympathy and Favon winced and his eyes were filled with tears. “What?” I asked,my eyes still closed as I had the winds feed me more images. They rose in strengthas my temper rose. “What is it you’re not telling me?” “ Chase,” Bora said, “it’syour parents, they were attacked when you were. Except the effects were more severethan yours.” The images shattered and I tilted sideways.