As the room became bright, he roused from his slumber; images of the dream still plagued him.
It was the same dream as always. The dream was dark and foreboding, yet strangely brought a sense of being.
The faint memories of the dream, waking, knowing nothing of where he was, the area around him indiscernible, pitch black, no way to see boundaries, edges, corners and no hope of direction. Yet above a stained glass window shone brightly, yet the light did not obey the laws of science, it did not illuminate the area around him. He was afraid to move, surface did not exist, everything except the window was pitch black. He was lying on nothing, it was solid yet he could not feel or see it. He tried to put a hand down to feel but he realised there was no such thing here; it was as if he was there, but not there.
The memories faded.
As with all dreams he could never recall all of it, no matter how hard he tried. He was sure there was something important in the dream, something that would help him remember.
Memories… As he thought of this, tears welled unbidden to his eyes.
Restras had no memories of before. It was as if he had suddenly come to existence aged.
"Aged what?' he asked himself again.
He thought of his first day in the town, awaking in the square, such a strange square. Everything was abstract, was not as it should be. The high walls, the pure darkness that was always the sky, the strangely shaped lamp posts with pyramid shaped lamps, the unevenly paved roadway and the rose garden in the centre, but why was it strange. The thought that he did not know what it should be like rose to his mind.
As he got up and turned he noticed only two sides were walls and long abandoned shops sat at strangle angles to each other, all made of wood and out of proportion. A dark alley seemed the only way from the square without going in some sort of building. The faded signs of the tavern and general store meant nothing to his blank mind.
He remembered nothing at the time, he had a feeling that it should not be so bright if he sky was pure blackness, but this was pushed to the back of his mind.
That's when he noticed them. The small out of place shadows slowly moving towards him. They were out of place because they were the only shadows. Deep in his mind he thought there should be shadows, but why? The shadows were closer now.
From one of the small shadows on the pavement an almost humanoid creature emerged. It was only about half a metre tall and pure black, its oversized feet holding up its massively hunched body. Its head was large and egg shaped. Its body was a third of the size of its head and short, spindly legs leading to its feet. It had short, thin arms that ended in claws.
The creature's beady yellow eyes stared at Restras, he felt his arms start to get heavy. He looked down, hanging on fine chains from the hems of his shirt were quickly growing… keys? The keys were as tall as the creatures now and seemed to have stopped growing. The keys were almost twins. They were of skeleton shape with the blank side having been sharpened to a blade. The bottom of the key, which was attached to the chain, looked like an intricately carved baseball bat handle with a square guard on the sharp side of the key. The guard and handle were a brilliant gold with the blade being almost pure white.
OMG I'm so sorry to end it here but I would rather know what I'm doing wrong before I keep going plus I swear ima fall asleep at my computer if I don't stop. I'll add the next part as soon as I get some constructive criticism and have written it.