One day, I woke up to find the Crystal Palace empty. I traveled through its vast halls, but there was no one there. The Ascendant Knights who guarded me were gone.
My older sister was not there. My brother was not there. None of my siblings were.
It was silent. The halls that once carried a grace envied by the divine now seemed bleak and hollow.
Alone in these halls, I called out for my mother, but there was no response. I went to the throne room and called out for my father, but again, silence answered me.
I was alone, so I searched for my grandfather. Surely that vile thief would have the answers. My wings fluttered as I flew across the vast sky, reaching corners of the Crystal Palace few could ever visit, where fewer still would dare. I called out to my grandfather.
Again, I was alone.
Surely this must have been some terrible joke my family had decided to play on me. I knew my grandmother had a soft spot and would be the easiest to falter, so I cried out for her.
