Migratorial

For our only mistake wasn't playing in a house of glass. Our playground was the Underworld and we had to learn that it could be broken with as little a force as a warm breeze. Together, we were the hurricane that caused an uproar in the realm of the dead that would last an eternity.

"Some sort of mischance had befallen me, for the house I returned to was not the house I left."
-Bay the Migratorial