The Storm

An Old beginning

I was walking down the stairs when I hear someone called my name.
"Amethyst?"
The voice was dark, and had a
resonance that someone could excuse as a Low hum. I was at home alone, as my parents were at work, my mother working as a midwife, and my father never told us where he goes during the day.
I continued to where the noise came from.
It was cloudy outside, but the clouds were thin enough that the sun could shine through them. The voice called out again
"Amethyst"
I quickly turn my head to the noise, it was in a different place now. I walked carefully, but still fast enough to make some progress.
It continued calling out to me, always the same distance for some reason.
I was met with a set of doors, like the ones that people fling open in a mansion or something.
I opened the doors to be met with a large, dimly lit room.
Inside was a device resembling a small cloud.
Upon picking it up, I see it change into ice. I play with it around for a while, and It turns to a liquid, although it's still contained. I begin thinking of my favorite book, and the liquid became warm.
Eventually, the casing became hot enough to get me to set it on the ground. I put my sleeves over my hands , pick up the Device, and take it home.