This place was hell on Earth. Light was scarce and glinted from the torches that were bolted
to the cold, stone walls. Ill-scented water dripped through the ceiling from the moat the
circled the palace above. Large, flea coated rats scurried across the ground and fought over
what little food they could find. In the darkness was a figure. Possibly one belonging to a
woman. Wrists and ankles encased in shackles bolted to the floor. Suddenly, her head snaps
up. Eyes filled with pain and maybe something more; hope.
Quinn's eyes fluttered open, her lungs gasping for air. She lay still waiting for the effects of
her nightmare to ware off. For weeks, the hurt filled eyes of a mysterious woman have
haunted her dreams. She's not sure why the nightmare continues to unsettle her; playing it
back in her mind, there isn't anything that she would label as "scary".
"You're losing it, Fabray", she mumbled to herself before dozing back off to the land of
dreams. It's easier for her to assume she's going insane rather than over analyze her
nightmare but little does she know, across town there is a pint sized diva who is going
through the same exact ordeal.
