Kingdom of the fallen

Seven

I couldn't see anything, from my tears that were flowing down my cheeks and onto the male's body. I felt something grab the back of my shirt, pulling me. It was Felix, he threw me against the wall as I hit my head. He must have done it hard, as my head started to spin. Once again, there I was, weak and on the floor. I can't protect myself or even others. Useless.

I watched as Felix spit blood on his body, then grabbing the collar of his shirt. My vision was in and out. I couldn't tell what was going on and it hurt I couldn't help save him.

"Pathetic"

The last thing I heard was footsteps leave, with a dragging sound behind it. Time passed that I could only assume had been hours. I woke up from the sound of a door slamming open, then shut. I only had hope for a moment, but then to realize it had been Felix. I sat up quickly.

"What did you do.?"

"Oh, nothing much, but you won't be seeing him for a while."

My eyes widened.

"What happened? Is he dead?"

I stood up, leaning against the wall.

"Maybe, maybe not. That's if he can outrun the wolves."

He had a smirk on his face as he started walking closer to me. Every step was causing more anxiety I put my hands on my head as I started to cry.

This can't be happening. Not again. He's all the hope I have left. This is a dream. This must be a dream. Wake up Kamilla. Wake up Kamilla!

I jumped and sat up quickly. I was in bed. I had swollen eyes, and dark eye bags under my eyes. I looked over to see L shaking me. My eyes widened as I jumped up to hug the male tightly. It was a dream. He looked at me confused as he grabbed my hand.

"Are you ok, you look a bit pale?"

"Oh um... yeah, I just had a nightmare. I'm just glad you're ok."

I gave a soft smile. I got a smile in return but, it something looked off, but I didn't question it. I looked into his eyes, but instead of those sparkly green eyes that glowed like the sun, they were dull. No shine, no color, just... plain.

I tilted my head, and he must have noticed my confused. He placed his hands on my shoulders, but I couldn't feel a thing.

"Kamilla, meet me at the ball. This isn't real none of this is. There's a dress and a mask under your bed. Don't be late."

I took a moment to take in the words but as soon as I blinked, I woke up. At least that's what I am to believe. I was on the floor again, yet this time it looked to be sundown. Is this reality? Or another cruel dream? I stood up cautiously, proceeding to slap myself. Ouch! I'm awake.

I crawled over to my bed, and just as he said, there was a beautiful hand sewn dress. It was a dark red, with floral extras on it. Along with black accents, with a matching masquerade mask with it. It was beautiful. Did he make it? He didn't say a time of when this 'ball' started, but If I listen hard enough, I may be able to tell.

Where will I be able to find him? Hell, I don't even know if he's alive. I just have to pray this so-called dream-plan will work. I got changed and brushed my hair. I couldn't pick a style. Up, down, half up, in a bun? I played it safe and kept it down.

I walked out slowly. The smell of beer and alcohol could be smelled from miles away. Everyone was drinking and dancing. They were in pretty dresses that proofed out at couple feet around them. Each of them was different. From colors, designs, lengths, everything. Along with a tight chest piece that made them look like an hourglass. The dresses were so beautiful.

I was looking around, admiring everything. I hadn't seen the outside world in so long. The beautiful animals, the bright moon light, the flicker of the fire, it was all so mesmerizing.

But then there he was, in the middle of it all. He was too drunk to see me, or even if he did, he wouldn't recognize me. I felt something brush against me but looking down it was only a tiny black cat. It had a piece of fabric with a metal piece attached. "lucifer" was engraved on it. I started to walk around, grabbing a biscuit, and a drink. That is when I felt a tap on my shoulder, and to my surprise, it was him.