The Friend I Could've Been

Chapter 3

I wake up in what looks like a dark throne room. I can't tell if this is a dream or not, so I just go with the thought that it's a dream. 

The room is huge and almost completely cream with gold and hints of light blue. In the hall has a light glow to it with cream colored pillars and a small set of stairs that lead to a throne. 

Looking around, I seem to be the only one in such a huge place. Where even am I? It probably doesn't matter considering that I may be dreaming...or am I? I decide to figure it out for myself. 

I look down at my hands for any signs of deformation, but they look normal. I get up and try to find something to read. If I can't read, that means it's just a dream.  

I exit the throne room, trying hard as I can to make my steps unheard. If this somehow isn't a dream then someone must have taken me here. I take many turns, following where my feet take me.  

I take so many twist and turns that I don't even know where I am. the halls look mostly the same. A cream color with pillars and the occasional large doors that I could only guess lead to large rooms. As I'm running down the halls, I notice that the rooms start to turn from a cream to grey, and eventually to what looks like it was touched by death.

My thoughts are interrupted by soft and fast footsteps in the distance that sound to be coming my way. I pick up the pace in a panic, and try to look for the first large pair of doors. 

I soon come by big wooden doors that I hope would be a library. I push once, twice and even a third time but it doesn't budge. This could only mean one thing. I hurry and take a step back, examining the door and the footsteps get louder. Before they get to close I see small, fancy golden letters carved into the door that say "pull." Of course. I quickly pull the doors open, and like any huge and thick set of wooden doors would be, they were heavy. I managed to slip my ways into the doors and quietly shut the door. 

And to my luck, it is a library. I rush over to the books and pick one out. The first book is in a different and strange language I have never seen. I throw that to the ground in need to hurry before the thing that was chasing me finally found me. If this is a dream, I know I could just change it. 

I pick up another book.It's english and I can read it loud and clear. My stomach began to churn. I can read it. This isn't a dream. I still refuse to believe it. It would be completely stupid to actually believe that I woke up in not even god knows where.

I drop the book as the doors slam open. I quickly turn to face my attacker, but they soon fall backwards due to the doors pulling him as he flung them open. I take this as an opportunity to grab as many books as I can and throw them like made at my attacker. 

They seem to be too busy getting up to even yell. Nothing but a few grunts. I grab the thickest book I see and haul it at them. they dodge it and I take a few more, throw one, and run past them out of the room; but when I pas, I realize who it is.

It's Ophion. What the hell? I run faster a turn one hall. I look back and see Ophion chasing after me with a mad expression. 

"Get back here and we can talk over this!" He began to run faster.

My only response was to turn and throw a book. It only nicked him on the face a bit, but it was still enough to make him mad. 

"you're going to regret if if you don't just let us discus this!" his voice sounded angry and he picked up the pace.

I hurried to turn a hall and ran into something, dropping a book. I looked up and it's a male, dressed in butler clothes.

Why is everyone here so fucking pale???