I woke up in a double bed with light beaming onto my face.

I groaned and rolled over trying to cover my face.

I managed to get back to sleep for a while, but woke up when someone came into the room. The door didn't sound close when it creaked open so I assume it's a rather large room. The person stood bye the bed for a while, not knowing I was awake.

"Are you going to stand there watching me for an hour or tell me what the hell you want?" I said as I rolled over to look at Durion.

"Now now, is that anyway to talk to your saviour?"

I smiled at him and thanked him again.

"Breakfast is down the stairs, on the left."

I watched his retreating form and sat up, I was in the same disgusting clothes as yesterday.

I looked around the room, I was right. It was big. This place must be huge if the guest bedroom is this big.

It was decorated in white and brown, with mahogany floors and furniture, a fluffy white rug on the floor and a winter, woodland scene painted on the wall.

It was surprisingly modern considering how old fashioned these people seemed to be.

This room was like a penthouse in comparison to my hovel in the turret.

I walked over to the wardrobe and opened it, it was full.

I rifled through some stuff and all of it was my style and size.. This is getting slightly weird.. I grabbed a pair of dark blue jeans, a white t-shirt with angel wings on it and a black leather jacket. I put some black high tops on and stepped out of the room and discovered that that really was the only modern aspect of this house.

I was in a stone corridor with torch brackets containing actual lit torches, I followed it to a stone spiral staircase which led me to another hallway with a giant wooden door at the end of it, I looked to the left and saw that there was indeed a door behind the stairs. I went through it and ended in a large stone walled, communal dining room with several long 12 seated tables.

There were real people here! Granted they were all probably magickal pricks but they're still real people!

I looked to the end of the room to find a large throne with various intricate swords sticking out the back. It looked to be made up of other melted metal weapons. No one was on it at the moment.

As I went up to the counter, everyone stopped talking for whatever reason. I looked back to see everyone staring at me.

I suddenly felt very vulnerable and scared, the walls started closing in again and my breathing got heavier.

I started backing up until I was in a corner, covered my ears and shut my eyes. After a while, I gingerly uncovered my ears to see that quiet chattering had started back up. Thank god.

I took one more deep breath and when I was satisfied that the walls had returned to normal in this stone age place, I kept my head down and walked through the aisles. Wherever I walked, the talking quieted before resuming as I moved on. I went to the farthest corner and was lucky to find the end of that table empty. There were rows of platters and bowls lining the centre of the tables. There were also places set for every single seat.

This place must have some hell of a room service bill.

I picked some chopped fruit and started eating it, keeping my head down.

I didn't want any attention drawn to me in this madhouse.

After I finished my fruit, I didn't know whether to leave or not so I just awkwardly picked up an apple and started to slice it.

After a few more minutes of this, the natural sounds of the dining hall abruptly stopped. I looked up to see everyone's heads bowed.

I looked around in bewilderment and spotted someone by the door. Because I'm short I couldn't see who it was and luckily thought better than to stand up considering everyone else was bowing. I watched as the figure started sauntering towards the throne. As they stepped onto the dais, I realised it was Durion.

Who is he?

What is he?