Haunting Shadows
There had been a monstrous adversity. The darkness had flooded the room and the candle's flame had been shut with a snuffer. It was the shadows again. My opulent duke had favorable empathy when he was beside me, but he was no longer. I had to be very surreptitious, and guide myself throughout the spacious ballroom. The moon was cowering away in fear behind the night sky, while I was not going to at all. I had to find at least some tinderboxes or oil for the lantern in my hand as it dangled back and forth. Fear stuck me as I heard a creak across the ballroom's wooden floor and my eyes wandered around secretively. My heels marked my presence as my I could see a small table and there was a tinderbox there. Confronting the shadows were inevitable, there were either behind me every step of the way or one step ahead of me. Once, I reached the table, I spotted a small gem. In my words, it was a fortuitous weapon I could try to use. If I could be provocative with this idea, it would be possible to get rid of them. A blue shimmer appeared out of the corner of my eye in the distance, it was the benevolent ghosts. Somehow they seemed to help me whenever they felt like it. It was no shouting or screaming for their help, it was when they decided to help me. I was a major conformist and everything could be adaptable by all means. Within an instant, the glimmer of the ghosts vanished and my luck had run out. In all in instant, I felt my hand being tugged and the gem was taken out of my head. My head ached and sagacity I didn't have was gone.