-Burnt-
It was the hissing sound I noticed first in this black void. Then it was the smell of sulphur. The burnt smell of wood added to the suffocating heat that trapped me in here. What's happening? Where am I? These questions ran through my head and not even a second later maniacal laughter echoed in this dark cavern.
"Where are you? Why, you of all people should know Koriand'r. You are in … your mind!" Shrill laughter echoed after the sentence and snake-green eyes illuminated the area.
I was in a living room; floral printed chairs were grouped around a small glass coffee table. A coat of arms hung proudly over a burning fireplace. But that wasn't the only thing burning. Everything around me was on fire. The wooden beams that held the roof up was charred black and glowed red. Sparks flew off the red hot metal of the swords. The fire crackled and hissed around me and the maniacal laughter interrupted my thoughts once again.
"What's wrong? Don't remember this place? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" The shrill voice laughed in my ear and I looked around the burning room.
"Should I?" I asked the voice. Great, I was talking to voices in my head.
"Hmm, maybe." The voice was slick and I felt as though he/she was telling some inside joke that was meant to confuse me. "Don't worry your pretty little head Koriand'r. Everything will be made clear very, very, very, soon." The voice launched into another laughing fit and the green eyes faded out.
The blazing fire was surrounding me, growing closer each passing second. Chairs collapsed with loud crashes, metal fizzed and the wooden beams fell from the rooftops. I felt the heat prickle my skin and burn my hair. The heat became hotter and hotter and I finally found my voice.
I screamed.