==COMPLETED==
"I don't need a man to take care of me,"
With a big smirk on my face I speak out the last bit of my sentence. "I am the man."
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The kingdoms of Orena are starting to see hard times. They've started to slowly get...
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Time seems to have slipped from all of us, because when the time turns to midnight and bells start to ring to announce it, us in the four-person group get a little shocked.
And as if the bell decided to also notify my body, I got this horrible urge to go to the toilet. I've drank more than emptied my bladder, so now it is screaming at me to get emptied.
I excuse myself from the three men and head to the nearest bathroom. I go along the wall and after a few meters I find the hallway that opens up on my left.
I go there and find an unoccupied toilet.
I sit down, and do my business, while the quietness of the toilet is a little unsettling.
My thoughts seem to get unsettled too, when I have nothing to distract myself with. The bad feeling I've had all night seems to get stronger and stronger... And now it is so uncomfortable that I almost feel unwell.
I could probably throw up if it got just a tad bit worse.
I finish up in the toilet, a frown plastered to my face. I wash my hands and when I'm done with that I lean on my hands.
I look at the mirror in front of me.
And see eyes that tell million stories.
Eyes that tell the fear of the unknown too easily.
Eyes that tell how nervous I am of something that I know will happen, but don't know what.
I shake my head, and decide to lightly slap my cheeks to just wake myself a little up.
You're ridiculous... There is nothing happening, you're just overthinking everything.
There is still a small part of me screaming at me with full lungs, that I am wrong.
I get out of the bathroom and head back to the group I was talking in.
I let out a bothered sigh when I got back to the three men, and we continued conversing a little more.
Ascian seems to notice my restless thoughts and seems to ask with his eyes what is going on. I just shake my head as an answer.
He doesn't probe for an answer.
We continue talking, the urge to throw up, the urge to find out what the problem is, getting stronger by every minute ticking.
The time hits one o'clock, my intuition screaming at me like a banshee in the night. Though I don't understand a word it is trying to warn me about.
The time seems to slow down, right when one of the big chandeliers gets hit by something.
An arrow goes through the top, the metal that kept the big structure on the roof. But now, it is falling down, the lights on it blowing off too.
