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My party is holed up in an expansive wooden mansion. There are 4 of us: A gruff and burly mercenary turned circumstantial ally, a wheezing old man fitting the mentor/teacher niche, a beautiful girl with large blue eyes y yo el protagonista. We've barricaded ourselves inside as a last resort, and are desperately making a plan. We've escaped our shapeless pursuers in the woods and night is falling, but we don't know how long it'll be until they reach us. There's an argument and everyone but the mercenary decides to stay at the mansion for the night. Frustrated, the mercenary storms off. Although the house is huge with a high ceiling, the lights are sparsely placed and serve only to throw long shadows along every surface. I grab the girl's hand and climb up the solid wooden staircase in the foyer, looking for some privacy. We find a small dusty room with a desk and a thick persian rug, and sit down to eat, propping our packs against the desk and lying back onto them. We sit there in companionable silence, and continue holding hands on the rug. I smile at her, and notice how lovely her face is, with delicate features and a brilliant grin.



Suddenly feeling impulsive, I look at her conspiratorially and lead her to the window. Outside, snow is falling softly and I open the frigid metal clasp, letting the window swing outward. I feel the snow drift in, and land lightly in my hair. I glance at the girl, and she's laughing and catching the flakes with her tongue. Suddenly, she starts and points frantically out the window. I turn quickly and the outside world is engulfed in a blindingly bright light that swallows up everything and washes it away.