Chapter 20--The ShadowspireEmber’s head was pounding as she opened her green eyes, gazing upwards. The world was blurry and fuzzy, spinning around before her and she moaned, blinking several times and the cloudiness of her surroundings began to melt away. She frowned. A dark chandelier sparkled above her, turning slowly with small, orange candles burning along the edges. She was underground. There was a stone ceiling above her, engraved with designs of tortures, of people cowering in corners, of darkness seeping over cities and towns, engulfing them, and two, massive figures in the stars. She could tell just by the carvings that she was not meant to be here, that it was dangerous here. She tried to move, but her wrists and feet couldn’t move. She looked down, she was laying on the ground, her wrists and feet bound down by magic. She huffed and struggled against the force that was pushing her down, but the more she wriggled and moved, the tighter
Silencetick. tick. tick. tick.Sounds of a clock in my head,Getting ready to chirp its ring.And when the dancers are dead,Does the clock in my head sing.tick. tick. tick. tick.I can hear it in the walls,I can hear it under floorboards.The maliciousness of its call,With an edge of a sword.tick. tick. tick. tick.A pounding in between my earsAnd vibrations through my brain.Awaken a fountain of tears,Falling like the snaps of storming rain.silence. deadness. blackness. stillness.And all through the world it was silent,As starless nights flood the skies.A hell from Heaven sent,And last breath everything dies.