Chapter 25

As the sun begins to rise, the pain begins to fade away, my entire body weak as I can barely keep my eyes open. My lips are chap and cracked, cuts made in my hands from my fingers, and bruises most likely left where the restrains were. As I hear a door opening, I do not open my eyes, my eyelids too heavy as someone whispers my name. The restrains are loosened around my wrists and ankles as my body is picked up. My back soon meets a mattress as covers are pulled over my body and I sink my head into the pillow, my body finally able to relax as I fade away into a slumber.  The child is cloaked in a navy velvet shirt, his onyx locks of hair falling just below his ears, and those hazel eyes staring right back at me as he walks by in the hallway made of white stone. A hint of mischief in his eyes coaxes me to follow the child no older than seven, his footsteps light upon the marble floor as he leads me down a hallway filled with grand paintings of wars both bloody and victorious