"..."
'Don't curse, Raylin. You can resist the urge to curse. Remember that you promised Aria, REMEMBER!'
Taking a deep breath, I looked around and examined my surroundings, finding a familiar sight.
Sitting on a wooden chair, I found myself inside an old rusty room.
The walls and ceiling were barely holding themselves and the wooden floor looked as if it would shatter if I applied a little force on it.
In fact, it happened to Zephyr. I still remember the screams when he fell on a man that was trying to take a shower.
Touching my face, I found night terror hiding it completely, even giving a cloak for more safety.
My gaze fell on the person in front of me. He was an elf with long white hair wearing a mask that looked like a bad replica to mine.
From his eyes, I could say he was as confused, frustrated and irritated as me.
"Cliffhanger." We both said in unison.
"These sons of sons of bitches!" Zephyr started cursing loudly.
