Dark room

The walls seems never to stop as she looks up for a ceiling. A strange light, dim but enough to see the walls, hang in the room. Her arms are bound together. A dripping sound rings in the distance. The binding cloth pulls tighter and stops her breathing. Pain. This pain is not of now.

She looks to the side and listens to the dripping echo on the floor. She sees a piece of glass melt into the blood covered floor. Her eyes turn black and coldness run over her.
"It's... me?."
Empty and cold her body lies motionless. The blood and body looks like a new born, alone, the glass looks like stars in a crimson sky.
She reaches for her cold helpless self but she is nothing. Alone in her cold room all she can do is stare at herself.

Live is it real.
Blue eyes stare up at the clear sky. The cold wind has gone and a soft mist hangs over the sand. She sits upright and wonders off to where the sand meets the sea. She stops wondering and knows. She knows everything about this place but it feels with each passing day like she doesn’t belong.
"But it has been sixteen days?" she mutters to herself.
The flowers are gone. Nothing remains, not even the sweet smell that use to fill the air.

Conflict
Worc and Nevig
the two dragons are at it again
like conflicting minds
lost soul, confusion
a deep scar
the weaker fall

The dripping sound turns to a constant beep. Finally it's all over.