Halls of Awaiting - IntroIn the Halls of Awaiting
"Do you walk in mourning, still wear the grief
Raiment of sorrow, remembrance of me
Through the years of bleakness, winters of bitter cold
Will you not forget me, forsake my soul
...Low-spirited is my song, downhearted my tune..."
Chrigel Ville's demise was not a pleasant one.
As he opened his sore eyes blankly to view the pulsating tones of purple and black before him, his mind was rife with panic and uncertainty. He blinked twice, and tried to move his head, only to be met with what felt like strong hands holding him fast. Pale, terrified eyes swivelled madly, pronounced lips parting in a scream which was instantly lost in the nothingness which undulated around and through him. He screamed in silence until his throat was stingi