The Underworld

Chapter 1

I was dozing when I heard the scream. It pierced my head like a sharp blade to a mortal wound. I sat bolt up scanning from my left to right for the source of the scream. I couldn't be sure but it sounded like the King's maid.

I rushed to my window and stared out of the room. I lived in a 1000m tall tower which had a bridge to the royal castle, looking out of my window made me dizzy and woozy. The sound came from down at the castle.

The castle was where the King Of The North lived. He was an inspirational figure and an important part of our history. I knew for a fact that life here in the Mire would not be the same without him.

I again looked down, the source of the scream came from the castle. I rushed down the stairs my heart beating a million miles an hour. My breath was shaking and my sweat had wet pools all over my face.

In what felt like 10 whole minutes I was rushing across the smooth gold bridge to the royal castle.

The silver handrails made me feel safe against this height. I pushed open the door to the royal castle. Instantly I felt cold and unprotected as I ran through from room to room.

Finally, I approached the King's royal master bedroom. My head now felt like it had been hit with a Jumbo cannon. I could see why the maid had screamed.

The King was engulfed in a wall of flames! I could not believe my eyes. I could feel heat crawling up my face. What had happened?

His arms were outstretched, and he was looking at the roof. His eyes were crystal blue- reflecting against the flames. His expression did not show pain, but rather a sadness.

All of a sudden he disappeared, leaving no trace of evidence! Almost as if he was being sucked down a whirlpool portal.

The King of the North was gone. Mysteriously enough, the room felt cold, as though it had lost it a sense of warmth with the disappearance of the King.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" the housewife came into the room, screaming. Her face was pale. Her eyes were wide open. The hairs on her arms stood up, stock high. Her face portrayed one clear message, 'What happened, and HELP ME'.

As if on cue, half a dozen maids and housewives rushed in asking questions and freaking out, moving in a hurry. Their questions were as neverending as a long tunnel of mirrors and their voices were as sharp as riverbirds.

All of a sudden my world turned black, I could see no more as I slumped to the ground.