After a week of seclusion, I called for a meeting in the dining hall. My mind was finally clear and I had pieced together the fragments of my memories. With a deep breath, I stepped into the room where all of my friends were waiting, their curious and concerned eyes fixed on me. It was time to reveal the truth and face them once again.
My hands were clammy as I stood, my throat dry and scratchy. But before I could even utter a word, the walls of the castle began to shake violently, causing paintings to fall from their hanging places.
An eerie light began to seep in from every crack, illuminating the room with a harsh, white glow. It was the same light that had trapped me in this world. A chill ran down my spine, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
