I saw the terrified expressions on the soldiers’ faces as they ran in slow motion towards me. I saw the queen standing in the doorway, a look of horror on her face. Then time resumed its normal speed. Just as the soldiers were about to grab me, blinding light shot out from the necklace and filled the room with bright white.

In addition to the light, an unbearable amount of noise poured out, low and rumbling. The light and noise caused the guards to collapse to the ground on their knees, shielding their eyes and covering their ears. I thought I might go insane from it all when the best part happened. Searing, unspeakable pain shot through me. The pain became too much, so within a second of the bright, loud release…

I. Was. Gone.

 

 

I woke up in a way too comfortable bed. I had forgotten everything. It was just a normal morning: the birds chirping outside, the sunlight pouring into the room warming my face, and the occasional breeze finding its way through the window. I felt great. Until I realized that couldn’t be right. When had I ever been comfortable and peaceful? I bolted up, my eyes darting back and forth frantically.

I found myself alone in a stone room – nicely decorated with expensive looking furniture. I looked over at the door and found it closed, but could hear people walking by it.

I vaguely remembered the man helping me and Blue. My heart skipped anxiously when I thought of Blue. I hadn’t seen him since then. Was he okay? Did he have as horrible an experience in this castle as I had? I had to find him. We had to get out of here.


I slipped as quietly as I could out of my bed, all the while watching the door. As I slid down I noticed my old ragged clothes had been replaced with a soft, white nightgown and my bandages were new.

After I had gotten out of bed without drawing any attention, I scanned the room for possible weapons. Over on the opposite wall from the door stood a dark wood dresser. Above the dresser hung a painting of a vase full of flowers, and on either side of the painting were silver candle stands. Next to the dresser sat a wooden chair with a red velvet cushion. I tiptoed over to it and tried to lift it as I figured I would put it in front of the door as a blockade. While I tried to lift the ridiculously heavy chair, someone had walked into the room without me noticing it.

“Well,” a hearty voice said, “you seem to be feeling better.”

Because of all the monster fights I’d experienced, I reflexively snatched a candle and chucked it at the intruder.

“Whoa, hey there!” The man swatted the candle away just before it hit his face.

I raised the other candle when I recognized the light brown hair and gentle eyes. The warrior who had rescued me smiled at me from across the room. The previous night flooded back and I lowered my hand, just staring at him.