by T Nisbet
My world had dropped out from beneath me. The vertigo I felt as I walked down the hall was far greater than any I had felt in the glass room. Panic rushed me towards the edge of a cliff, but my anger kept me from falling.
She had been manipulating me for years. I stormed through the Inn in a dark mood and eventually found my room. I slammed the door shut and bolted it behind me. I took off my sword belt and threw it on the bed with impotent rage. I just wanted to go home. Let this world crumble, who cared anyway. Why should I care? It wasn’t my world or my problem. I was going to head back first thing in the morning.
I sank down on the bed next to my sword, unable to think coherently, my mind rushing from one horrible conclusion, to another. I don’t remember falling asleep, but I do know I fought nightmares the entire night.
I woke up feeling physically refreshed, but in a foul, black mood. I looked out the window at the amazing falls. They were still dark in the pre-dawn light. The barest hint of gold glinted on the horizon down the gorge promising a new day, a day I found myself dreading.
