Diamond blue

The world outside my grip

I wake up in a nice soft bed. I slowly sit up to check my surroundings I seem to be in a stone like room there’s a stand with a large mirror, a dresser and a portrait that was to torn and ruined for me to see what it used to be. My head turns slowly around the room up until I hear the door slam open and a tall snake like man wearing a black robe with a red dragon pattern on the bottom. He Walks into the room with a sinister laugh. Then he stops, looks at me And sighs “ohh your awake well there goes my fun, it’s not fun if there awake and squirming *sigh*” He says with disappointment. I ask him where I am but he only laughs and says “you are at my underground lair. and that white haired guy that was with you, yeah, he’s dead, killed him myself. He came out of that globe carrying you with his one arm. I toke advantage of that and I killed him I never liked him anyway.” This news shocked me the news of his death sent a surge of sorrow though me then that sorrow turned to anger. I jump from the bed and charge towards the man arm out and suddenly I feel a tug on my arm and it pulls me back. I look at what had happen and I see a chain attached to the wall connected to my arm. The man just laughed and locked the door I could still hear him laughing all the way down the hallway. I look for a escape but even if I find one the chains are gonna be a problem. There are no windows I can’t tell how long it’s been if it’s night or day. By what seems like day a tray of mushy food come sliding out from a small door in the wall. Days pass and by what I can I get about two meals a day assuming it’s around the same time eight days have passed since I woke up here. I’m once again alone just out of reach of a another person, yet he is the worst Person I’ve ever met. Every time I think the darkness can’t yet any lonelier it does, I fall further into the darkness. weeks pass without me noticing it. Once I’m in the darkness any conception of the real world Time disappears and I only feel pain and sadness for what seems like forever.

When I finally break back into reality I noticed something about the room that wasn’t there before. the portrait that was torn is now almost perfectly new, the rips have been sealed with ice. The portrait is still quite a distance away I’m unsure if the the chains can reach. I try to get up but my legs are weak Due to Sitting down for to long. Being a bit wobbly I put my hand onto the wall to support me. I walk over to the portrait sliding my hand across the wall. It was a bit shaky but I do eventually make it to the portrait, now I’m face to face with it. Looking closer I can clearly see that the ice is woven into the painting. It was quite weird, it not cold enough for ice to form in here and even then ice doesn’t form that way. It unnatural but it is also very familiar, I know I shouldn’t but I decide to touch the painting anyway, and then... I feel a very calming feeling Wash over me. Then a hand smash against the painting I jump back falling to the ground. The painting is moving the hand in the painting moves down and rise a skeleton like creature with white hair and a blue cloak. The skull looks at me and breathes a green smog inside the painting it like he’s breathing on glass. The green smog sticks to it like honey on bread, the smog engulfs the entire painting. The man storms into the room mad, he moves towards the portrait but before he can see it the ice holding the tears together melts away returning it back to the way it was before. The man looks at the painting then looks towards me “what happened!?” He ask with such a angry tone in his voice. “Uh.. I just fell that’s all” I say sadly. The man looks at me and walks out of the room.

I can hear him lock the door. Then a additional clink can be heard afterwards, feeling tired I get up and brace myself against the bed then I slowly lay down in the bed. And Close my eyes I drift off to sleep the skeleton I had seen earlier lingers in my dreams, all night I toss and turn and dream of the skeleton it was horrible, all night I had nightmares of it. Finally The horrid night passes when I wake the room had a sudden chill, the room had frost on the floor and a chilling fog is seeping through under the door, it was so cold the ceiling had icicles on it. But I was more comfortable in this environment, As I calm down sudden screams echoed from the other side of the door and sounds of slamming doors. the door to my cell bursts open and there stood throst, a rush of glee ran through my body I burst from the bed run towards throst, I then get a sudden tug on my arm then I remember the chain attached to my arm. Throst walks into the room crouch’s next to me “sorry I’m late, it was not easy finding this place” he says while unlocking the chains from my wrists. “But that guy told me you were dead” I suddenly burst out. “Pure lies, he’s a scoundrel don’t trust what he says” Throst responds. He picks me up, and without hesitation I hug him real hard “I missed you” I say shamelessly Throst hesitates then hugs me back. “Let’s get out of here Alicia” he says. We both run through the wizards lair passing by others cells with the doors already open many of them have bodies in them. Some have skeletons but it seems the wizard has been collecting these people for a long time like some collection. We run through the lair for what seems like a few minutes we finally enter a large open room. Throst quickly looks around  “Hmm this wasn’t here before” Throst says confused, “you think you can just walk in here, free my test subjects and get away with it. Well well you got another thing coming!” the man angrily says while reaveling him self in the middle of the room in a cloud of smoke. Throst lets go of my hand and grabs his sword and shield ready for a fight he looks at me and tells me to stay back.