Then the trial had started, the lights shot beam after beam at me. The grassy plain burning with the slightest touch. I thought to myself, "I must not let these beams touch me." I started dodging left and right but to my dismay I kept on getting hit. The pain I felt was unimaginable, it was if my soul was being ripped to shreds. If only I had noticed something. Every time my soul or dream self got hit little bits of black muddy stuff came off. It was immediately replaced by the strange pure white energy that was being shot at me. So I continued to dodge every time I got hit the pain increased and I felt weaker and weaker.