InsaneJournal

Who: Those who have lost those who have held what is gone those untouched Come noble bear, come beast of the sea, come many feathered flock, come pretty bird
Where: The dorms, the arena, beyond
When: King's day days day 109501
What: A new

[This time, when the darkness comes, there is no warning. No flickering of the torches, no telltale dance of shadows. Night falls with the force of a hammer blow, cutting off sight and muffling sound in little more than the space between breaths.

This time, for the first time, the doors of the dorms do not lock.

And this time, after a time (how much? How twisted is it now, how long have you been in the dark?), faint in the distance yet close enough you know you could make it, it wouldn't be far . . . a pale grey light beckons, a warm breath of fresh, dry air calling you close.]


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