Rorick
Ryl was standing in a grand room as the floor had opened below her. Dark hands were reaching up and towards her, trying to yank her in as their silhouettes were barely discernible against the inky blackness below. She stumbled back and leaned against he stone wall as she screamed. Hearing that voice, hearing her speak, warmed my heart just as much as watching the floor open beneath her to swallow her whole filled me with ice. I could only think ‘not her’ as I reached for her and yelled out her name as the room seemed to grow larger, pulling us apart.
She reached out, my name starting to form on her lips. I tried to get to her; the only thought was that she is my mate and she will never know it. I lunged for her as I yelled again before everything faded.
I looked at the frying pan
