TRAP DREAM

Crsanthe laid in bed, unable to fall asleep. Hours passed by, but she we simply incapable of falling asleep at the moment. She wasn't sure why. She was very tired and her eyes were closed. What else did you require to fall asleep? But as seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours. Finally she managed into a restless sleep. In her dream, a golden strand of yarn went on for forever. She was right in her room. The yarn glowed as she approached it, then she heard somebody screaming "HELP!" Where the yarn ended. She followed the winding path of yarn. Down the stairs it led, to the kitchen. Moonlight penetrated through the think blinds. The yarn led out the door, so she followed. She still felt strangely warm, and that confused her. The snow crunched under her bare feet, but her feet still felt like they were in the bed. Large evergreens grew all around. They towered over her like giants. But they seemed to part around the yarn, or maybe it was just her imagination. She heard screaming in the distance. People seemed to be in trouble. She must help them. All sense of fear seemed to float away from her mind. She grew tired. The crunch of snow beneath her feet, didn't match the warmth they felt. Was she broken? Or was it her dream? She continued through the snow. Her head stared down at the glowing piece of yarn. It started flashing. She looked up. There was a dark castle. It was carved out of dark purple obsidian. A large moat with brown water surrounded the castle. She could make out large spikes under the water. The entryway of the castle was made out of red obsidian.

"Let her in!" A male voice called.

The drawbridge lowered down. It was made of red obsidian to match the entryway. When she entered the building she found that the entire interior was red obsidian. There were black obsidian chairs that surrounded a purple obsidian coffee table. At the very front of the room was a throne. It was so high that you would have to climb to get on it. It appeared to be very plush. little bits of red obsidian lined the edges of the throne. It sat on a very plush looking gray carpet that was just big enough for the chair to sit on. stairs led upwards, and the yarn went that way. She followed the path. The yarn had stopped glowing, and the screaming had stopped.

What she didn't realize is that there was a small trap door under the throne that led to the dungeons. If she went there she would have realized what sort of place this was.

Creepy music started to play. Bats flew around, and the lights flickered on and off every five minutes or so. Finally she reached the top of the staircase. And there stood three wooden doors. And two hallways. The yarn was wound under the third door, so she opened it. The door creaked open, and there was a training room. Men and women were working out. All the men wore only black shorts, while the women wore black leggings and bras. They all had absurd amounts of muscle. Some were working on their powers, while others worked on muscles. She opened one door that was in the room, and that seemed to lead to the doctor area, where people were assessed after their injuries. She opened another door. This door seemed to lead to the workout area for beginners. Skinny and fat people with no muscle and bad control of their powers worked out together. She noticed that the yarn ended there, and that the end was frayed. She was startled awake from her dream, but instead of waking up in her room, she woke up in the castle, in a dark room with no windows. And next to her sat a man.