[WARNING: Reader discretion is advised. Death and sad stuff.]

Mythily's vision was suddenly clouded with memories. It overwhelmed him, like he was drowning in remembrance. He closed his eyes and his head started throbbing and he could no longer stay balanced. He fell onto his side, holding on to his head and curling into a ball. He felt the ground underneath him disappear and he fell. He fell into a dark abyss.

He hit the ground silently but painfully. His head throbbed with pain. Suddenly, he felt someone pick him up. He opened his eyes and found himself gazing up at a beautiful woman. She was dressed in beautiful, navy blue robes, fit for a queen. She had a golden flower crown resting atop her head. She had long, curly, brown hair. Her eyes shimmered like fine, purple silk. Her lips were as pink as a rose, her smile more kind and gentle than anything you could ever imagine.

Mythily was lifted up into her warm embrace. He felt safe, somehow. He gazed into the lavender orbs as she carried him out of a dark tunnel, through a magnificent purple doorway, engraved with pictures of roses and daisies. Mythily was suddenly hit with a wave of exhaustion and drifted off to sleep.

While he was asleep, Mythily dreamt of a beautiful town with a magnificent castle in the middle. A sparkling, clear stream ran through the town. It was dark and the town was sparkling.

Mythily awoke in a dimly lit room with many beds in it. He sat up and saw the woman sitting on the bed across from him, smiling. He smiled back. Everything went black.

Mythily was suddenly sitting in a chair next to a large throne, and sitting in the throne was King. But, he had well groomed, black hair and no piercings. He was wearing kingly robes and a brilliant crown. Mythily was holding a quill and paper, and found himself writing down what King said. There were knights positioned all around the room, wearing pitch black armor. A few of them looked familiar somehow. Infact, everything looked familiar. It felt normal, like he was where he was supposed to be.

All of a sudden, the door to the throne room burst open and many soldiers, clad in white armor, ran in. King stood up and pointed his staff at the intruders, yelling "PROTECT!" Several black knights ran over to Mythily while the rest ran into battle. The Knights who came to Mythily showed him a secret passageway out of the throne room. He was about to leave through the passageway when he saw the woman, cornered by a few white Knights. He told the black Knights of this and they kept insisting he leave. Mythily wouldn't have it. He grabbed one of the black knight's swords and ducked under them, running toward the cornered woman.
"Jane!!" Mythily shouted as he attempted to stab a white knight. The sword broke.

Mythily looked up at the knight towering over him and stepped back.
"Mythily, no!" The woman called. Mythily started breathing heavily. He tried to run around the knight but was quickly and easily grabbed and lifted off the ground. Just as quick as he left the ground, he met back up with it. Hard. As Mythily tried to regain his breath, he turned over and looked up at the white knight. His sword was positioned at Mythily's chest. Mythily squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his fists. This was his end.

He waited, but he felt no pain. He opened his eyes and saw King, hovering over him, blood dripping down on to Mythily's shirt. Mythily saw the shiny, bloody sword impaling King. He covered his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes.
"N-no..." He muttered. "King..."
King smiled.
"Go."
Mythily felt hot tears stream down his face as he quickly got up and ran. He ran and grabbed the woman's arm and pulled her out the passageway. Mythily started to become light headed as he sobbed and ran, but he kept going and didn't stop.

He heard the black knights running after them. Mythily tripped and fell on to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. His head spun and he passed out.

When Mythily woke up, he was being held in the arms of a black knight. He looked around and found they were in the sewing room. One of the black Knights was carrying King's pale corps and Mythily felt a lump form in his throat once again. He saw the woman leaning up against a wall, panting and sobbing. The door to the sewing room burst open, and white Knights flooded in. Mythily heard screams coming from all around him. All of the black Knights had flashing swords sticking out of their stomachs. Mythily was dropped to the floor, and the knight who had been holding him collapsed. Mythily took off his helmet.
Reggie.

Mythily felt the tears on his cheeks again and ran over to the woman as fast as he could. She was the only one left. Mythily reached for her, and she reached for him. Mythily grabbed her hand then fell to the floor. The hand lost all warmth. He looked up and saw the woman no longer had he left arm. He let go of the dead hand and heard her ear splitting scream. He looked into her tear filled, silk eyes for the last time. She was impaled.

The woman coughed up blood and looked at Mythily, gently. Her eyes closed and she became limp. Mythily broke down.

He screamed as he stood up, ripping the sword from the woman's stomach and plunging it into the white knight who had killed her. His tears felt like acid as they trailed down his cheeks. He pulled the sword out and let the knight crash to the floor. He advanced towards the next one and did the same. Killing white knight, after white knight. Then, finally, Mythily felt a sword slide through his chest roughly. He looked up into the maroon, almost red, eyes of his killer. He died.