Deep eyes seemed to glow and glower in the darkness. The small orbs seemed to be narrowed at him. The feeling brought a sweat across the hero's skin. Coldness crept up Vio's spine, as they disappeared. Leaving him bathed in the impenetrable dark room, almost breathless. He took as deep a breath as he could manage without coughing. Panic set in upon understanding he could not even see his hands in front of his face. Vio forced himself to his bare feet. They ached with every pound put on them. There was absolute silence for a moment, until chains rattled behind him. For some reason, this struck the hero as odd. There was a loud crack next to his ear that made him freeze. The blonde's breath stopped as the red eyes moved past him; where he had been sitting. He stepped away, tapping on the stone beneath him. The blond unknowingly left foot marks.

Vio kept going until his feet met something wet. Breath came quickly as light flooded his senses harshly. There was pooling red at his feet and trail of it behind him. It took a moment to adjust to the bright environment. A loud exhale in his right ear made his body stop altogether. He wasn't aware of the perfectly sharpened dagger until the back of his tunic was warm and wet. The hero let out out a small gasp of air as the knife whistled near his pointed ear; sticking into the wall. His breath got faster, a train in his ears as his vision faded out.

Vio awoke in the same position, in darkness with red eyes. This time, they did not go away. They stayed on his form seeming to pierce right through him. These eyes were different. These eyes were rounder; more alert. The blonde spoke raspy, attempting to find out what was going on. Only deafening silence met his ears. He tried to speak again, finding he had no voice, throat too parched and sore. The eyes seem to carry a kindness to them, the knife wielder's had not. It was as if they could not answer in words, only expressions. Vio wasn't sure what they were attempting to convey. The red eyes blinked, and disappeared.

It felt like an eternity of sitting on the frigid ground until any semblance of light was created. Light purple flames lined the walls around him. Candles in expensive holders lined down a long endless corridor. Exposing the dripping cold stone around him, he took the opportunity to assess his condition. There wasn't much left of his tunic: torn, marred and bloody. Vio wondered distantly if he should be feeling pain right now from all the marks on him. The flames went out quickly as they had come, replaced with slim orbs of ruby. These were not the same eyes as earlier. Sharp stiffness racked his bones. His body tensed as if sensing and expecting something. As the ruby eyes drew closer, he slid further away. Vio's back met solid. A scream not of his own volition ripped out of his throat.

After awaking again, he found himself standing in the room with light. Near the promise of freedom. The hero stumbled forward, confused to where that thought came from. Vio couldn't remember when he'd ran and fought for freedom in the light so vigorously. HIs bare feet beat on the tiles. He ran towards the endless lights. The candles were bright light purple. Illuminating a pathway. While lost in thought, he had also lost track of his surroundings. Only focusing forward. A harsh slam onto his shoulder rammed him into the hard wall. A candle rattled and fell down. It nearly caught the boy's remaining gown on fire. The chopped blonde hair swayed as his head bounced on the stone. He let out a strained sound and looked up. He couldn't see the perpetrator. Vio shuddered as a voice resonated behind his head.

"Where are you going?" Sharp and deep, a voice through his head. It made him freeze up. Vio couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't see. He screamed at his limbs to do something, anything. He was pulled up by his blonde hair. Something tight and burly fit over his pale neck as the last candle burnt out. It left them once again in obscurity.

This time the yell died out in his throat as he sat up in a soft large bed. He hadn't made a sound in his sleep, as usual. Vio calmed his breaths, counting slowly. When it did not work, he curled up and took deep breaths, until it did. His gaze met the clock on the wall, reading it was just past four in the morning. He hadn't slept long. The blonde got up shakily, sneaking out of his room. In the main room, the warm fire is now cold ash. It left a bad taste in his mouth. Vio turned away quickly and shuffled downstairs. The blonde got into the kitchen easily, setting a kettle on some heat. He was by it drowsily. Vio hadn't done this in ages; hoping he wouldn't be caught here. Red liked to check on things occasionally. The hero rubbed his eyes trying to block out the strange nightmare that ailed him. He jumped in his seat when said brother spoke next to him.

"Couldn't sleep?" the soft voice was comforting. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." The tiny man grinned sheepishly. "Could I have some tea too?"

"Of course." Vio half expected his voice to come out raspy and defeated. It was just fine however. "I am making golden leaf, if that is alright?" Ever proper and polite. Red nodded happily. "So what keeps you up at this hour?" He is quick to keep the subject on his smaller companion. Red explains a short tale, of a silly dream he couldn't get away from. Vio partially tunes him out, spacing out at the wall. He jumps again when the kettle whistles, giving him a flash back to the thrown knife. Red giggled, assuming he had just been sleepy.

They made the warm tea, the small hero's much sweeter. It was peaceful enough to make Vio's shoulders slacken. That is, until, a thought occurred to him. "Did anyone enter my room last night?" He prayed that the other would say yes. He aspired to hear the other claim that one of the others put him in bed, so wouldn't fall into the fire. Or that he wouldn't hurt himself in such a position.

"Not that I'm aware of." Red shrugs indifferent. The blonde stiffens again. He remembered falling asleep near his fireplace, that he did not light. And he did not wrap himself in his blanket either. This disturbing thought left him silent and curious. There was no feasible way he could have also tucked himself into bed so neatly. Vio was certain he did not sleep walk, let alone put out a fire safely during rest. His companion got up and stretched and placed his empty teacup in the sink. "Goodnight Vio. I hope you sleep better."
"Thank you Red. Goodnight." He didn't look up from his cup. The reflection of his necklace shone in the flickering reflection. Vio got up, resolute and went back to his room. He lit another fire and picked up where he had left off in his book.

Downstairs, the tea sat getting cold as the candles flickered out a moment. When brightness returned, the whole cup was missing.