Spiraling
Akoya POV
"How do you know the beast's name?" Gaius asked me and although there wasn't any suspicion in his voice, his eyes held enough to make me swallow nervously once more.
My mind went into overdrive. I couldn't believe I had made such a blunder. How could I possibly know the name of the creature? The lies would not sprout in my mind. It seemed as though my brain had shut down. No ideas formed, I was in shock. I couldn't think of an excuse. I was going to die. I was going to be killed. The irrational part of my brain would not shut up. It would not allow the calmer, more intelligent part to take over. Instead all I could do was think, I'm going to be burned. I'm going to die. The thought in itself ridiculous considering the magic I had. I could easily escape, but one of my biggest fears was being found out. I could not help the immense fear from consuming me. I could not soothe it with the fact that these people seemed good, nice, and reasonable. They would not turn me in even if they knew. I tried to persuade my brain. It decided not to listen. Instead its connection with my mouth began to work and I knew I was doomed.
"Well, you see I'm-" before the rest of the words could come out of my mouth my vision blackened as if I had closed my eyes. Pain radiated through my head like I had been shot with an arrow. My hands tried to rub the pain away, allowing my head to rest in them, obscuring my face. The pain increased as sparks of color formed beneath my now hidden eyes. I knew what this was. I was going to have a vision-in front of these two men. My eyes began to burn and I knew instantly that they were gold. The pain increased to an intolerable amount; with the other wounds I already had I could not help but scream and let the pain win; just like it always did when I was awake for a vision. Then the images came, fast and bright my magic flowing out of me unbidden.
The blue of the sky was being engulfed by black, slowly but surely the blackness crept further and further.
The beast was large and black. It had dark, menacing wings which flapped forbiddingly in the sky. It began its descent a look of steely determination filling its face. It was out for revenge.
Arthur was pacing in his room; Merlin was standing in front of him. Merlin's mouth was moving, he was speaking yet the sounds did not reach me.
The streets of Camelot burned; the fire bright and majestic devouring everything it could. People ran, people cried, and people died, their bodies falling victim to the flames.
The images faded but they were permanently etched into my brain; all of that pain and destruction. It was all going to happen. How was I going to stop something so huge?
My contemplating and almost frantic was put to a halt as my mind was struck with the after effects of the vision. My mind, in an attempt to remain sane, did what it always did, succumbed to the black peace of non-awareness.