Bethany awoke to a green light in her bedroom. She thought this to be exceedingly strange. Green lights were definitely not normal, even in Alypium.


The light disappeared and she got up out of bed and decided to investigate. She looked out her window and saw no one on the streets. Where was everyone? Usually there were at least a few people roaming around at night, but now there was absolutely no one. Did anyone else see the flash? She walked outside and quickly recoiled as she set foot on the pavement. It was white-hot.


"Did you see it, too?"

Bethany turned to see another teenager poking his head through a door.

"The green light?"

"Ahh..." he gasped. "So I'm not the only one! For a few seconds I'd thought I'd lost my mind! Do you know what that was?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"Well," he went on, whispering quietly. He then said something inaudible.


He said it again, just as quietly.

"You will have to speak up, dude," said Bethany. "I can't hear you."

"I heard my mama talking about it," the boy said, a little louder. "I wasn't supposed to know. Supposedly it was adult stuff that I wouldn't understand. I wasn't supposed to hear but I'm a very good eavesdropper. I don't want to speak loudly in case someone hears."


"Awen!" the boy whisper-cried.


"The five Awen!" he whispered again. "Apparently they were just contained. I don't know what the heck that means but it can't be good seeing as it made the ground burning hot."

"You noticed that, too?"


"What's your name?"

The boy looked around nervously. "Confidential. I can't let anyone know I told you this! Don't tell anyone!"

"I won't," promised Bethany.

"Good night then, I guess," he said.

"Good night."

Bethany saw the boy look upward at the moon before retreating to his home. Bethany looked up, too. The moon looked perfectly normal.

"Maybe Jam will know what's going on. He knows almost everything," she told herself.

She walked through the labyrinth of hallways and stairs until she reached the west wing. This is where her room was about to be transferred in a few weeks. She was pretty excited, for she would be closer to King Piter. She reached Jam's room and knocked.

"Jam?" she whispered.

No answer.

She tried the doorknob. It was unlocked so she pushed it open.


The room looked like a mini-nuclear bomb field. The window had a huge crack in it and there was a gigantic dent in the wall. It was what was underneath the dent that scared her. Jam was lying there, unconscious, crumpled on the ground with his coat strewn all over him, barely breathing.

Bethany quickly managed to lift him, for he was surprisingly light, and took him to the hospital.



Jam painfully lifted his head and heard an audible sigh of relief.

"You're alive," said Bethany.

"What happened?" asked Jam. "All I remember was a blinding green light."

"Yeah, I saw that too," replied Bethany.

"Do you know what it was, modom?"

"Well," she said hesitantly. "I heard some rumors."


"Something about something being, like, secured."

"What things?"

"I think they're called Awen."