'What happened?' floating amidst a never-ending tunnel. One white with the background blue like flying through a cloud. Headless faces spun around, they mumbled, they spoke, some cried, some screamed without sound. Utter silence, one haunting, an image of a town in ruin came from within. 'Dorchester?' he thought, an army of unnamed soldiers, a lady with white wings at the helm, charging the attack. Met by a weak defended town shattered to then be conquered. Leaders, protectors, people, all came to a grueling end.
*Gasp,* shocked, the eyes opened to a dark-room, one different and shorter in size compared to the royal chambers. A glance to the left showed normal size windows with a beige curtain. A table adjacent said opening with a cupboard right after the table. Feet on the cold floor, '-isn't this a room for a student?' warmth from the feet had the cold floor around turn foggy.