A Touch Of Your Past

She was back in Dragonsbane.

She knew this because she recognized the castle, it was a place she had grown up in and lived for most of her life. She was back in that strange, dark hallway and had the cringe that she was not alone. It made her shiver, and caused a chill to run down her spine. She hated this feeling.

“Lyra…”

The voice that called to her was masculine but she saw no one in the hall, it was just a long and empty passage way that echoed every sound that it could pick up. She stretched out her hand and reached for the stone walls in the darkness, they were cold to the feel but she still held on to it as she could not see a single thing in here.

“Red is a dangerous color on you, Lyra…”

That voice again. It sounded all too familiar and it caused her to feel a prickly sensation in crook of her neck. She placed her hand which had caught on the coolness from resting on the stone walls, there to soothe it.