Pitch scanned his new room, checking every single inch of the place. It was nice, it had an odd feeling to it. Well, as odd as a madman could say it was. There was a large bed, covered in a soft red fabric, and sat atop a stone frame. On the head frame, it had something engraved in it, but Pitch couldn't tell what it was. Beside the bed, there was an ornate wooden table, covered in interesting curves and lines. There was a lantern set on the table, the ember flickering wildly. 

Pitch sat on the bed sideways, his feet resting on the table, dangerously close to the flames of the lantern. He sat there a while, his eyes closed, comprehending what had happened and how he'd gotten here. His foot twitched, knocking the lantern over and extinguishing the flames. The only light coming from the room came from the window, which was, unfortunately, small and directly above his bed. 

The light from the lantern dispersed, he still lay on the bed until he fell asleep. He awoke later the same day in complete darkness. He jumped up, groping at the walls until he found the window. The sun was not setting, but rising. For a moment, he thought that it was the middle of the night. He let out a sigh of relief and plopped back onto his bed, pulling the table closer. He reached underneath his bed, grabbing some parchment and a quill that he had stored down there. He set them both on the table, and began to write. He thought it would be a good idea to keep a journal. He picked up the lantern and lit it once more, the light dancing in the darkness.

[i]Entry One, Day One

Today was not as easy as I expected, but it went well. I went through a quick test of my skill, something with demons and such. Afterwards, I spoke Lucilia. I assume she handles most new students. I finally got my room and had a chance to rest. It is funny, how my journey took me here, spending so much time and succesfully making it alive and well. Thus far it has gone fairly smoothly. I hope that it will stay like that, but I get the odd feeling that it won't.

Pitch Black[/i]

He glanced at it once, before lifting up a pillow and sliding it beneath it. Pitch stared into the lantern's flames as his shadow flickered on the wall beside him. The sun rose, but he closed his eyes anyway and returned to sleep.