"Kurama! Open up, Kurama!" demanded Kawa, shaking the wooden door terribly until dust fell from the frame. The kitsune, looking thoroughly agitated and still half asleep, ripped the door back to stop the girl, eyes dull with the hour of four in the morning.
"Why are you getting me up at this hour? Is anyone up at this hour? Why are you up at this hour?" he demanded through a yawn.
"I usually am, now listen!" Kawa dragged him back in his room and sat him down on his bed, her self in his desk chair. "I have insomnia, so I can't sleep, but last night I did, and I had a dream." She hit the boy upside the head to wake him up and continued.
"I was on this swamp-ish thingy and my Meditation Ball--you know, little glowy purple thing?—was there. Kinda like a Tinkerbelle of my twisted mind. But guarding the door was this rainbow, like water, and it grabbed me.
"I heard this beautiful song, and I stopped resisting. Then I walked through the wall, which had runic carvings on it, and I heard this voice. It coupled the sound of, like, a thousand beating hearts. Pulses.
"The voice asked me if the beating heart was what I wanted to die out in me. I said I was looking for my friend, but he said I had brought her there; said he had given her Veins of Glass. That I had told him to.
"Then my aura turned to glass, and the Voice whispered, 'Veins of Glass give life to the Castle of Inaudible Melody, thicker than blood and water…'"
