Ryth

Cold wind touches your face, you hear a crackling thunder. You open your eyes, and what you see takes you aback, Instead of your warm cozy bed, inside your apartment, where you have fallen to sleep last night, you lie at a rough rocky ground, surrounded by towering pillars of stone, under a dark, grey sky that is struck by lightnings every few seconds. You try to move, but everything hurts. Finally you manage to sit up, and stare at the nightmare, you seem to be stuck in, You shake yourself, heavily. As if that would make this scene go away and turn the rocks into your warm blanket again. But you are still here. Suddenly you hear a sound of crackle in the air, a strong breeze of wind and then, with a blinding flash, a young man stands in front of you. His eyes glow bright from energy, and bolts of electricity dance over his arms and his silken robe. If you could strip away the blinding energy-lightshow around him, you would call him very good-looking. Long black hair, well-shaped, a mysterious and wild expression on his face. But his eyes pierce right through you. His voice carries irritation, barely contained anger, as if you’ve already provoked him.