so my story name is "Spectreun, the School For The Magically Inclined"

Chapter 2 x--
The child had woken up asunder the hearth of a extravagant tree, his back supported by the roots of the life. The tree shimmered, dropping a few leaves to awaken the boy from his slumber.
He unfolded his arms and sat erect, now facing the tree. He was completely unaware of his real past, the past that will soon engulf him in darkness - again. The sunlight had dribbled its course, cascading to the boy's light brown hair, and adding incandescence to the texture.
The aroma was beautiful - violets and lavenders were set asunder upon the fields that were mapped out in front of the child. As well as snapdragons and lilies and, yes, all arrangements and combinations!
Yet, it had started coming back.
Death.
Water.
Falling.
A truck.
A father.
The child's sister.
And, a pool emerged in front of him, and he once again passed out, falling into the pool.
Darkness had engulfed him.