Alma awoke to darkness, complete, utter darkness.  Unlike most people, he was used to it, it was the only sight he had ever known.  He yawned, as if his silver eyes were normal, and started to mutter to mutter under his breath.  He suddenly could "see" everything.  He saw that he was in a field of flowers, he also saw that there were a few others in the field besides himself.  Two were highly magical beings like himself, another was a human girl, and the third was a boy.  There was something off about the boy.  Just then Alma realized something, he didn't remember how he got here.  Another thought struck him, he could remember who he was.  He remembered he was named, he remembered what he was, and he remembered that he had been trained to do many difficult things, but nothing more.  He noticed that one of the magical beings had gotten up, an elf from his grace and pose, and decided he should ride as well, and see what the elf knew.  "I assume you are also suffering from a small bought amnesia?  If not then please inform me what we, why we are here in a flower garden?"  As Alma rose he started to spread his black, tattered wings.