The Second Class

The ground below their feet was damp and the sky above them had no sun, but an everlasting white light that seemed to be coming from nowhere. The sound of the ocean could faintly be heard, and almost nothing could be seen through the vast surrounding rainforest, fill with plants that had never before been seen on earth. If one looks closely enough, a few meters away was a path seemingly lead up hill. At the top of the path would be their destination, the ancient buildings where the usual classes took place.

The leaves themselves were a dark green, far darker than any other plant in the world, had existed, exists or would exist. All of the plants were like that, that same shade of dark green that seemed if you got too close to it, it would just absorb your soul and leave an empty shell behind, that same dark green that seemed to give off that foreboding feeling. It was... monstrous, abominable.
Then, the trees themselves. Their bark seemed to shimmer in different lightings. As the light filtered through those evil leaves, it touched on the bark and made it swim from brown to black and back. Whispers passed through as this happened, a single whisper passing through the leaves. Inaudible, Eric paid it no heed, at first. Then it collected in strength, echoing off the trees and getting louder, turning to a ear-splitting screech. But then it found no more trees, and like that, it vanished. More whispers came, but none are tortuous as the first. They traveled through the leaves, making them shimmer as well and turning the same way the bark did, darker and darker. But as the light went through them, they lightened, only to darken again from the whispers.
Then the light itself. Where did it come from? Did this foreign place have it's own lighting, or did it share our own sun? Eric looked to the sky to find it darkened with clouds. And in darkened, he meant almost black. But from a single circle of white light, shimmering in the dark, he found it shining down on this dark place.
Eric yearned to find the water, splashing against the shores in the distance... but in that same second he quelled it by again looking at his surroundings.
The hill seemed normal, apart from the wretched grass that covered it. At the top, the ground fell away, so it was the only hill in near flatland, from what he could see. At the top it was utterly flat, making it ideal for keeping classes at, so Eric could see why they would pick there.
The strange ball of light, even, seemed dark. But lighter than anything else around them. He wanted to touch it. He could feel pure power coming from it, unlike anything other he had seen before. But he knew he would be killed or removed from the academy before he could reach it.

This place was an array of colors, mystery, and other things he couldn't even name right now. It was basically an artist's paradise . . some dark trick of the Fates kept him from bringing his canvas and paint here, but how he longed to . . .