Fallen

The prison that was once boiling with mighty magical energy now felt chilly. In this heat, they were all, actually shaking. The roof that sheltered so many became painted in vibrant light. The brightness scorched the ground. But, instead of ashes and fire, there was a virescent mosaic above and below. It felt strange. They all wanted to fight. But, their bodies wouldn’t move. They all wanted to speak. But, their words wouldn’t come out. Everything came to a standstill. Their arms and legs should hurt from holding still for so long. Their clenched fists should stop the blood flow. That didn’t happen, though. Whatever this was, it wasn’t natural.

- “This is a nightmare…of sorts.” – Ren thought to himself.