Death of a Sorcerer

Mist of Reminiscence

The darkness was almost relaxing, if you get by all the screaming in your ears. Felt like I was falling through space. You knew you were moving, but only if your eyes weren't open. Not standing still, the kind of still you get before you fall down. It gave me time to think, about the days before. Like when my sister and I finished a whole series in one day. We were so happy it was almost unnatural. My sister and I will never fight, unless we're joking around. She always smiled, and when ever she wasn't, I'd punch the problem right in the face!

I could really use her smile right now, this place feels more lonely than relaxing now that I think about it. Speaking of which, I hit the floor, Not the most comfortable landing I've ever had. actually, I may have broken my right hand, but the mist seems to have numbed the pain. I took to my feet in this oddly spacious confinement. For a brief moment I saw a white glow drift past my face. A feather, a lonely being dancing around me. The final step hit the floor and became a ripple into this body of water that expanded and lit this giant ball room with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The ripples stopped and hardened into a wooden floor. Orange figures of gentlemen and woman alike waltzing in pairs. The room extended into a long hall when out at one far distance, a door had opened and Blue figure passed through. She was carrying something delicate, at least I'm assuming because of the way she carried it close to her breast.   The figured had drifted straight towards the other end of the hall, up a stage of stairs and sat at the second largest seat. A large Golden Yellow figure had boomed down the stairs and sat beside her in the larger chair. They watched as the room echoed with music. I didn't even consider where it came from, but there was no time to enjoy it for it felt as a beat of another sort was approaching. 

Doors had flung open and an army marched on in. The king jumped to his feet and drew his sword, the woman beside him sat still, as though she was not afraid. Laughing filled the room, a maniacal laugh, with it a man with odd stature approached the throne. The people had split on both sides of the room, all except for me.

The man wore a large hood that blocked the light from his face. Red eyes had shown through this dark and ere feeling. His long pointy mask had peered out of the shadow, and just below it, a big smile carved into the mask, like an evil Jester. The laughing stopped as did he. His head raised and his finger pointed at the woman.

"The child"  the Jester whispered. The woman uncovered the blanket she was holding to reveal a purple aura. I couldn't get a really good look at the child because once again the room around me disintegrated into a black myst again.

I'm falling again, deeper into the abyss.