One by one the people fell, the guard tower, the homes, shops and storage, all of it crumbled leaving me alone with the echo of that damn priest's laughter. Walking outside I saw him standing at the entrance of the crumbling village. He smiled a wicked grinds he slowly vanished into thin air. I turn around, tombstone after tombstone filled the once thriving town. Two graves shot up from the ground right before my feet causing me to stumble backwards. From the two gravestones rose familiar looking spirits, a woman and a child, they floated a few centimetres of the ground. Gliding towards me. I see the disappointment plastered on their faces. "How could you?" The woman's voice was filled with hurt mixed with venom. The young male child beside her starts tearing up, sobs can be hear from every direction as, one by one, spirits arose from their graves in tears. All in the classic weeping angel pose. The cries from the dead residents echoed of the trees surrounding the ruins of my old home. Then all noise stopped. They all look at me, all the emotion wiped from their being. Everything was in a dry silence as it felt like time stopped. The spirits lunge themselves at me. I hit the stone ground with such force that pain spread through every nerve of my body. The ground shakes and rattles as it conclaves in on itself. They attempted to drag me down underground. Down the forever digging hole. I fight as best I can, squirming in their grip. It did nothing for me. I swing and kick but my attacks faze right through them. Their hands never let go. It was cold, the hands that held my arms and legs, it was like ice was tied around my wrists and ankles but it's never melting. The ghostly villages fiercely dragged me under into a place filled with fire and lava, their vanish leaving me alone. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves but there is no air to breath. Yet I still breath. With all the lava and fire I expected to be overheating but I wasn't, I shake as the freezing cold hugged me and wouldn't let go. I get goosebumps and shivers up my spine as the world around me seemed to be physically throwing misery at me. Looking up I see no opening to where I can from; I look forward. I start to walk forward not wanting to be here anymore. It feels like hours have past, the terrain never changed. I question if I'm even moving. As I continue to walk a figure merges into my view. They were in the distant. I lost control of my body as I was forced into a run. I head towards the being. The closer I got the more familiar the person became. I now see that it's a male. I regain control stopping myself dead in my tracks only now fully noticing who he is. Blonde haired, blonde beard and blue eyes. He is the lord of O'kahsis, Garte.
