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[Pandora]

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I followed them through the gate. It had brought me to a building, where there were a few chairs, a bed, a table, and two doors. One, inevitably led outside. The other, I did not know. The door that lead outside, I could hear wryvern outside of it.

The next I knew, I was sititng in a chair, facing a table, staring into a candle. I could hear Malorn speaking, but I couldn’t make out the words. I was staring, endlessly into a candle. I watched the flames dance, and for some reason unknown to me, it entranced me.

I suddenly felt a pinprick in my neck, and felt cold moving through my body. It seeped into my neck, down into my shoulders and arms, then my chest, and finally into the rest of my body. I felt numb, I couldn’t move. Malorn. He was behind me, hands resting on my shoulders as I slumped back into the chair.

“What is your name?” Seth asked, looking to her.

“Lydia.” I said, the ability to say Pandora seeming to have left me.
“Well Met, Lydia.”

Both men introduced themselves. Seth Freeman, and Malorn, I took note of their names.

“Can you act?” Seth asked, his questions flooding me. I had no ability to lie.

“Yes.” I replied simply. What reason was there to go into great detail?

The questions drug on and on. The more I answered, the more I realized what they had done. I had the inability to lie to them, and the cold, nearly unbearable in my veins. What had they done to me?

“That is all. The Drug is almost fully through her.” Malorn spoke from behind me.

“Here is a come cooked meal…” Seth said, putting a package on the floor. Malorn let go of my shoulders, and I slumped to the floor. I fought to try to stand up, but my limbs did nothing, not even twitched.

“We will see you tomorrow. Yew crypt, cell four.” Seth said. I heard them leave through the door on the side.

They had left me there. I was such a fool for following them. I dare not scream, the wyvern outside could bust the door down at any moment, and it would surely devour me. The cold in my veins ceased. Instead, a burning sensation, took a hold of my body. It was seldom noticed at first, but it increased. It felt as if I were on fire, and this, was to be my dooming, dying moment.

My mind began to wander. The wyvern, was scratching at the door. It could smell the food, and wanted in for its meal.

I swore silently, as I looked about the room. The deer head on the wall. It was moving! It tossed its head, shaking its mighty antlers. I could hear crawling, spiders.. Spiders! They crawled out from under the furniture in the room, nearly taking it over in masses. I felt them, crawling all over my body, nipping and biting at me as I felt the burning in my veins. The room began to spin slightly, the flames on the candle, jumping from the candle to the table, in the form of little fire faeries, dancing and twirling, lighting the table on fire. Was it on fire? Or was I hallucinating? I bit my lip, to keep myself from screaming, as a faerie jumped from the table, and began to dance on my side.

The colors in the room, they were changing. A rainbow of color, I saw, only adding to my horror. The bed began to bounce around the room, and the screeching of the wyvern, it began to sound like screams. Screams of those I had murdered in my thousands of years, and there was nothing I could do, but lay in the mass of spiders and faeries, where death seemed eminent.

But dawn was drawing near. While I lay amist in my horror, the sun rose, lulling me into my eternal sleep, where the rays of the sun could not, or would not, dare to reach me.