3/29/2018

The old man flicked his wand, and with a flash of red light, the creature fell to the ground, unconscious. “We have to get out of here,” he grunted, walking past me.

I sped up, marching beside him. The brick walls of the dungeon went on and on, and we passed several cells blocked off by iron bars, the inhabitants of some being nothing more than a handful of skeletons.

Guards rounded a corner up ahead; he waved his wand, and the bright plasma bolts could no longer harm us. They merely splashed against an invisible barrier in front of us, sizzling and crackling.

With a swish and a bright blue pulse, an orb of energy flew from the wooden tip of the man’s weapon and hit the ground between the guards. An explosion and a shockwave—and they all fell to the ground, their weapons tossed into the air. We hurried past their crumpled forms, rounded the corner and flew up the stairs.
We were stopped in our tracks by a tall man donned in flowing black robes. “Well, well,” he mumbled with a sly smirk. “Funny meeting you two here.”

I pushed past the old man and ran at the one standing before us. I swung my fist, but suddenly everything was moving in slow motion. My feet slipped on the ground, and I lifted into the air. I spun helplessly, as if free-floating in the ocean. Fog began ceeping in from the edges of my vision. The man began to laugh, a cruel and monstrous laugh. I stopped spinning to find myself being lifted by the throat, his cold clutches wrapped around my neck. I gasped for breath—how could he hold me like that? I tried to open my eyes, but the fog persisted, and the last thing I saw was the grin that spread across his face as he squeezed his hand.

Suddenly, air filled my lungs once more, and my eyes flew open as I jerked awake. Breathing heavily, I quickly scanned the room, finding myself back in my bed, right where I’d left myself.