[WARNING: Reader discretion is advised. Lots of death and sad stuff.]

Mythily woke up to water dripping down on to his forehead. He opened his eyes and blinked. It was very dark. He sat up and rubbed his head then stood up, stretching. He found it was difficult to stretch. He looked down and saw he was wearing shiny armor. He also had a stunning sword! He unsheathed the sword and admired it.

The sword was light but sturdy and strong. It's grip was rough with dragon scale-like carvings. The cross-guards were two dragon heads with their mouths agape. The right head had a brilliant, ocean blue gemstone inside it's mouth and the left had a magnificent, moss green gemstone inside its mouth. The gems shone so bright, Mythily could use it as if it were a torch. The pommel was a perfect sphere, carved with a crescent moon. It was beautiful.

Mythily snapped out of it when he heard a cough, and then a large burst of multiple coughs. He put his sword back in its sheath and advanced forward, for that was the only way he could go. Mythily was in a cave. There was no path behind him, and only a path before him.

Soon, the cave got lighter, and he came to an area with no roof. It was cloudy and cold. He walked into the large clearing and noticed someone was in the middle of it. Once he got closer, he saw it was a little girl, about 6 or 7 years old. She was wearing a torn up, white bonnet with little sewn on flowers. Her hair was in two, messed up braids with muddy, pink ribbons tying them. Her dress would be lovely, if it wasn't covered in mud and dirt. It was a light, mint green with big, blue daisies covering it and a purple ribbon around the waist. The girl was lying down, not awake.

Mythily ran over to her and turned her over so he could see her face.
Emerald.
He quickly checked her pulse and found she was still alive. With a sigh of relief, Mythily stood up and looked up.
"How can we get out of here..." Mythily muttered. He picked Emerald up and walked around, scanning the area for an exit.

Then, Mythily finally spotted a sturdy looking vine. He walked over to it, slung Emerald over his shoulder, and started to climb. He was nearly to the top when Emerald woke up. Mythily smiled.
"Hey, Emma." He said. Emerald yawned.
"Hmm... Mythily...?" She said.
"Yep." He confirmed.

The vine trembled.

"What was that...?" Emma asked.
"I don't-" the vine shook again.
"Grab on!" Mythily shouted as he quickly lifted Emma up and told her to hold on to a rock. Emma obeyed and right at that moment the vine snapped and Mythily fell the long way down to the bottom of the clearing.

Emma was about to climb back down after Mythily but she was abruptly pulled up to the top.
"Mythily!" She screamed, but received no answer.

Mythily stumbled forward and found himself on the pavement outside his house. There were dark clouds invading the sky, as usual, but it was snowing. He looked closer at the falling snow and realized that it wasn't just snow, it was also ash.

Mythily looked around him with horror, and realized that in the near distance, the town was on fire. Roaring fires climbed to the top of houses and buildings, screams of terror echoed throughout the town.

Reggie. Where is Reggie??
Mythily started running towards the blazing town, screaming Reggie's name. He was suddenly and abruptly stopped, his hoodie was grabbed. He was about to turn around to see who had stopped him but felt a sharp pain in his back. An immense pain. He looked down, and saw a sword coming out of his stomach. Reggie's sword. Mythily's scream was interrupted by blood erupting out of his throat. He gazed at the ashes falling like delicate snow, then everything went black.

Mythily found himself in a dark room once he opened his eyes. He quickly stood up from the cold, hard, stone floor he was laying on and dusted himself off. He didn't feel any pain. He checked for his sword, but was greeted with the fabric of his clothing. He looked around himself and tried to tell what kind of room he was in, or where he was at all. He saw a cupboard mounted on the wall, a sink underneath the cupboard, a few tables here and there with chairs positioned around them. Each table had a full set of tea on it with steaming hot tea filling each cup. He noticed there was a messy bed behind him, and a boarded up window. On the window sill, there was a folded up note.

Mythily walked over to the window sill and picked up the note. He unfolded it. It read:

Dearest Mythily,
     I am writing this note to inform you that we, the Day side, have captured you. I have prepared tea for you to drink and scones for you to eat. There is butter in the cupboard. Enjoy your stay here before you are executed, which could be at any possible time.
       Love, Grayline.

Mythily put the note down, thinking it all over. Who was this 'Grayline' person? He thought it sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite remember who it was. Mythily knew by the state of how the game was going earlier that this was inevitable. While he was here, he might as well keep himself occupied.

Mythily sat down at a table, picked up a teacup, and took a big sip. A few seconds after swallowing, Mythily's lips started burning. Then, it spread through his mouth, down his throat, and into his stomach. Everything felt like it was melting, and it was unbearable. He screamed with a hoarse voice and fell to the ground. A door he hadn't noticed before opened and a woman in a vibrant red gown walked in.
Grayline.

Mythily attempted to speak, but his lungs were suddenly filled with a burning liquid. It hurt, and he couldn't breathe. He coughed and sputtered, trying to breathe, but to no avail. Mythily's nerves were exploding with sensitive feelings at even the slightest touch. He attempted to grasp the floor, grasp the chair, grasp something to pull him out of his misery. Grayline bent down and slapped him, sending enormous amounts of pain shooting through this body. He coughed once more, in attempt to scream. He died.u