My throat felt dry and I couldn't breathe; it felt as if something dark was invading my whole body. I willed myself to open my eyes but instead of the oakwood ceiling above, a blank dark sky stared down at myself; the comfortable layers of blanket underneath me was replaced by a huge field of crimson roses that pricked my skin with every move. I tried to look around, but a foul mist obscured my eyes from seeing anything else beyond it.
If I move, I'll be wounded but if I don't I'd be more foolish.
Cautiously, I took one step then another and continued until my blood began to soak my feet.
A voice called from beyond the mist. Riven.
I sighed. Cursing myself for being careless. “You did this. Why?"
A warm hand held mine and I floated mid-air. The beauty of the crimson field filled my eyes, but was immediately ruled out by a large tower in the distance.