Insanity

I suppose it’s a type of hypnosis, one riddled with dreams and snippets of reality. But regardless of how it happened, it has happened.

I was able to see the stolen map that Lucian had created for me in its entirety. Perhaps it is some unknown link that connects me to it, but not only did I see the map, I now know in which direction to search. I know where the amulet is. What bothers me though, is this was Aiden’s doing.

There are unfathomable terrors in the unknown, beasts that lurk and hunt the weak, creating an illusion of havoc with every breath. Insanity is a quick escape, but even there the monster roams freely, ripping reality from the inside out, pulverizing rational thoughts into a stewed jambalaya of words.

Bars surrounded me, a prison of iron and steel, the moans of other’s pathetic lives filling my ears. I had no immediate recollection of how I had come to be here, but it was quickly apparent that this was no normal prison cell. I had been marked as one of the insane.

Slowly, my memory shifted into stabilization and I began to remember small clippings of the last few days. I had been on my way back home, from Gabriel’s house to my own when the madness over took me. The guards had found me thrashing and nearly naked in the back of the carriage, my eyes wild and unseeing.

How long my stay in the asylum was I couldn’t really say, for time means nothing in such a dank depressing place. I was given no change of clothing, with barely a ratted fur to keep me warm against the drafts of my underground cell.

I knew immediately it was Aiden when he came to me, hooded and cloaked in black, taunting me at my newest predicament. It was only when I relented and promised him anything that he had me released into his custody.

I had no choice but to trust him, a torment in itself.