Deceitful Truth

"Show me what you feel when everything you care for is taken away." 

He found himself back in the throne room lit by silver candles. It took him a moment to come to, feeling an odd sensation at his feet as he looked down. 

The warmth he found was a slick, scarlet substance that plentifully pooled at the steps to the throne. 

"What…?" 

As he looked around him, his stomach dropped as his blood ran cold; the bodies of his friends were twisted and eviscerated. 

The knight was left covered in holes, lifelessly slumped against a kneeling statue. Just behind Jasper was the bard, who he looked to have tried to shield, though Nova shared the same fate, laying in a pool of blood. 

"Jasper…Nova…" 

Just a few steps ahead of him, he found Charlotte laid on the steps, covered in lacerations and bloodied beyond survivability. 

"Charlotte…" He weakly said.