Pain wracked my legs, and my whole body was filled with tension as I followed the red rug panting heavily. I couldn't still my breaths, my lungs fell like bursting. A chill runs down my spine, my heart stops, I want to scream, I stand for a moment, lamenting. But the shadows are upon me.
I run into a great room, I wipe the perspiration from my face, but instead I see a pink streak outlined by my sweat, I scan the room, finding a place, any place to hide. But on the other side, the shadows, I'm surrounded, trapped, front or back there is no escape. I collapse in the middle of the room, frozen by my own fear, shivering from my defeat, tasting the very edges of death. I clasp my stomach looking for any comfort, as it lay on the walls.
Tapestries fringe, as there old worn fabrics and plentiful colors are hidden, the large red rug outlines the floor, the cold grey white stone beautifully intricate, silver iron knights stand in their corners, icy pillars hold the edges of the roof, outlined by the flashes of lightning, the clouds set up their array, the evil is filling the room. Wind blows the skirts around my bare feet; my hair is constantly covering my face. The strands seem darker than their original golden hue.
Voices, just voices, echo through the halls their voices. They ring amongst themselves among me. They say, "at last…finally…lets just be done with it…" But the voices don't matter. If only someone would silence this clenching stomach these aching wounds, the blurry mind, the icy wind. Please, please, you mustn't let this happen again. Many will die, many have died, it's not fair. Please…I have done nothing, none of us did.
Lightning crashed near my head, the storm pressing down among us, but something warm pressing near me taking the pain and fear away. I find a smile on my face. My mind can focus, the wind has ceased, I feel myself being caressed into a sleep.