The stairs they were slowly climbing seemed to stretch out endlessly. For a moment she thought they were leading her into a tower of some sort, but when the stairs seemed to start drifting she realized that she was weaker than she had thought. It was not that the stairs were endless; it was that she was suffering from the poison in her system – more than she had expected.
She could feel sweat breaking out on her brow and the dizziness she had not really considered before seemed to intensify. Weakly she reached out her hand in an attempt to steady herself against the wall, but she must have misjudged the distance, because her hand did not reach the wall and she suddenly felt herself falling.
Strangely, she stopped falling before she hit the ground – at least she thought she did. “Alri
