Small, eversoft tears tumbled down his smooth face, falling endlessly, or as it seemed, but they eventually met their end hitting the hard platform that he currently lay idle on. When his angst-ridden droplets hit the platform, he realised he was safe for at least this humble and fleeting moment. The ideal of safety: An ideal entirely out of reach for him. For Dayiniyi.
He'd always been a boy to frighten easily at matters considered merely spine-shivering, but anyone may be frightened in such a situation as his. Darkness all around, nothing but the comfort of the depicted monarch below him. This was the opportune moment to examine his surroundings. Dayiniyi slowly pushed himself up, shaking unbearably. He put one foot between the arms that supported his rise, and pushed upward, shooting to his feet.
His head turned at all angles, his eyes turned at twice the speed, all senses scanned this suspicious new habitat. It seemed safe, it seemed calm, but it also seemed.. less than predictable.
A dream, or if not, a nightmare. Was that the explanation for his newfound dilema? If not, he was surely doomed. So many feeling boiling and coming to a point of eruption, he stomped forcefully the altar and cursed the day he was a spawn from that wretched womb.
The battle in his mind for fantasy over reality finally began to halt, as he accepted where he was. He was standing on some large platform, shaped like a cylander, coming to a flat top where he currently was. On this top was the stained-glass depiction of a beautiful and gallant princess covered in a flowing white gown which fit every curve of her perfect body. Around her; A teacup and two smaller ones, A grandfather clock, A golden candelabra, and more. Behind her; a hideous beast, foaming at the mouth and equipped with pure rage in his eyes. Experience and seasoned eyes, eyes full of pain and sadness. Empathy overcame him shortly, but Dayiniyi regained his composure.
"Don't be afraid of the door," came from the enigmatic voice of yore, "You will be the one to open it."
Dayiniyi's eyes widened, a sense of burning hatred within him now.
"I don't want to open any door except the one to my room! I want to go home.. I miss them, I miss my friends!" His hatred soon reduced to near-begging as he got to one knee. He beceited this strange voice. He wanted liberation from this perfect horror.
"Don't fear now, you must open the door." it left, and Day ran over to the edge of the pedastal to grab for ANYTHING that might possibly be there. But, as his hands outstretched and returned with nothing in them, he covered his eyes with his hand and returned to his past state: Sobbing.
A sound of omnious and almost holy humm came from behind him. As he turned to see with his own eyes what may be danger, he witnessed three beames of irredescent light, forming three items. A sword, a shield, and a wand.
Dayiniyi looked at each of those three wretched weapons and grabbed his head, roaring in confusion and anger.