It was cold when I first heard his voice, somewhere off in the distance, like a mother gently waking her sleeping child. I tried to move, to turn my head and utter a reply. But it was impossible, I knew it to be so before I even had mustered the courage to attempt it. I felt tired, exhaustion weighed down on my body, almost as if I'd awoken from a deep slumber. A slumber so deep she'd never meant for me to awake from it, but I did.
I always did.
Now as I struggled against the force holding me captive, memories, my dear memories began to flood back all at once.
The fight.
Tears streaming down my face, the sour tang of betrayal fresh in my mouth. Was I alive? If so, how? She'd promised me a fate worse than death for my disobedience, as if my sins were any match for hers.
She who poisoned an entire people, she who slaughtered them, leaving those that were left to forget kindness, letting it become a thing of the past as did my very existence.
I would show her, I would rise once again and destroy her very-
It was at that moment that a handful of things happened in no apparent order.
Suddenly the force that held me gave way and I fell a good few metres onto the stone floor below, which hurt a lot. Then someone screamed and promptly tripped over their own feet. Somewhere a radiant light managed to set a tablecloth on fire which quickly spread throughout the great hall I'd apparently fallen into.
And as if the whole situation couldn't get more confusing a dragon crashed through the ceiling, then yelped when it saw me.
Personally, I was quite offended.
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