Emma awakes to the ripping of her soul in twain, no darkness to hide in, just a room full of light and mocking voices. Emma closes her eyes and is assulted
A boy with a shock of black hair pokes his head into the darkness and extends his hand. Light bathes his face as he smiles at Emma. "Hi I'm Calano. Who are you?"
"I'm Emma-"
The boy hurries on. "Why are you in a tree?"
Emma shrinks down. '"It's where the darkness is."
"That's a funny answer. Why would anyone want to hide from the light? It's beautiful up here."
"The light is too bright, it's safer in here."
The boy cocks his head "Not really."
Emma snaps. "You don't know what it is to be burned by the light!"
Emma's eyes fly open and she trembles, sweat breaks over her skin. He can't be gone, he he he lives, he MUST! LARK! HE INVITED THE CHICKENS, THE MONSTERS THAT TOOK WIZARD AND NOW MY CALANO FROM ME!
Emma yanks on the chains, searing the light into her flesh. She screams, but the voices inside condemn her, again, and again, and again. Wrists blistered, throat hoarse, Emma croaks out "why?"
The voices gleefully answer. "You deserved it. You never deserved them." And Emma crumples, her spirit splintering under the crushing weight of loss, despair, and hopelessness.