The walls of the narrow passage seemed to be closing in on either side, the dank, musty smell filled his nostrils and bewildered his brain. He tried to scream, to cry out for help, to do something, but no sound would come out of his open mouth. Terror held him in place like a vice, and the more he struggled, the more he felt himself losing grasp with the little reality he held onto with clenched, white hands. He could not let go.
Even so, he felt it sliding out of his fingers, until it was almost impossible to tell where he was, why he was there, even who he was… broken images filtered through his mind, but they made no sense to him… a wolf howling fiercely at a full moon; a kind-faced man; a laughing boy; a girl with brilliant emerald eyes… he knew that he ought to remember them, especially the girl, but he could not. It seemed to him that he had always lived his life in this moment, this abject horror, the final moment when the prey realizes there is no where else he can run to…
The walls were glowing with an eerie green light, a low cackle filled the room, coming from everywhere and yet nowhere at all.
He knew that this was the end of the line, there was no where else to run, that he did not want to run any longer. He would stand up and face his destiny, look the terror in the face. And in face of horror, all he could see was the girl, whose face now filled his mind, taking away the fear and giving him a sense of courage, of comfort almost. Yes, he would do anything for the girl with emerald eyes.
Taking a deep breath, he looked the dark lord in the eyes, and with a cracked, dry voice simply said, "No."
A/N: I know it's short, but it's my first attempt... please review?