Shadows

I can feel it. I can't quite recall what it is...I can't see it, but that doesn't stop it from coming to me. A cold abrupt sensation touches me, so cold it burns like fire. I look at my surroundings. What could it be? I glance down when I feel another touch, licking my forearms as if to mock me, making the hairs on my neck stand.

What is it?

Suddenly feeling anxious and agitated, I scramble towards the door pounding and jerking...it won't budge. Panic engulfs me causing heavy, wheezing breaths to make their way out of my mouth. I turn around and spot a pen and paper on a desk nearby. Frantically, I scramble towards it, unsure of why I've grabbed it. Overcome by some mysterious force, I pick up the pen and start to write. My face is straight, paralysed in that position so that I cannot see what or where I am writing. After one long torturous moment of being unable to move, I stop. Scared and wary, I drop the pen and slowly glance at what I've written on the paper. There, I see words scribbled and jagged all across the piece of paper. Swallowing my fear, I read the words aloud and I become more and more confused as I read them. Aralivias. My kingdom. Lucilius. Bond. Love. Tameliana. Betrayal. Hunterous. Atticus. Azarwrath. I know. Remember.

I run my fingers along the words harshly indented on the piece of paper and I replay three words over and over in my head. Azarwrath. I know. Remember.