LilahJae

Warm air swirled and danced around me as I sat there, pressed against a rock. I'd never felt as claustrophobic as I had at that very moment. I could see his breath, feel his rage, and smell the smoke that engulfed the room. A cough or two wasn't going to stop me—I had to escape. My hands slid, drenched in sweat, as I gripped onto the rock, cautiously peering above the jagged edges. There he was. A creature not less than five times my own size. Surely I was a man of above average stature, but I paled in comparison to the magnificent beast. Dear God—he could feel my heart beating straight out of my chest. His eyes flicked in my direc

The room was silent as gaunt figures all surrounded a single, eloquent bed. We all awaited an answer, or in this case, a death. Everyone kept their eyes half-shut, their heads hung low. Four ominous figures wore dark cloaks that hung to the ground; Father called them the Council. They were by our side when Mother died as well. I never understood the point of mourning over a deathbed, but I was too young then to truly understand. I knew grandfather was leaving, but I didn't know where he was going. A shaky breath made everyone jump, awaiting what would happen next. "S-son...," the old man muttered, reaching out a frail, bony hand towards my