Lost in Dreams 3/4

Whispers...whispers....whispers, a soft voice being heard, couldn't tell who, what or where, he began to lose his consciousness again.

This feeling....it's so tiring, the comfort.... the voices....too soothing wishing  to remain there forever. "Roaming a mysterious area in black and white, the feeling is this isn't walking, its hovering. The area is cold, full of death, skeletons and swords, shields lie on the floor, without doubt it looked to be a battle, but from when? Was this in the past or a premonition of the future?".

"Going further, approaching a cliff. At the tip of the cliff, a castle is sighted in ruins, it has been abandoned for ages with no living soul in it".

"Standing on the castle gates, filled with the odor of rotten corpses, teleported into the throne room, it was all in ruins, a King's throne smeathered to pieces, teleported again into the castle vaults, it was emptied".

Chills went down his spine as he was aware of being watched. He turned around,  nothing was there. The wind began to blow.

"A voice being heard along the corridors, weeping in sorrow. Approaching the voice gives intense chills down the spine, heart began to thump..thump...thump....".

That voice began to sound louder as the Esper walked towards the dungeons, he sense no life in the entire castle walls yet there is in front of him. A long-dark haired woman, dressed in tattered prisoner cloth, in chains facing the light above the ceiling weeping "it is the end". He stood behind this weeping woman and whispered with a  low voice "Hello?". The weeping stopped, she looked down, away from that tiny hole of  a light, began muttering in some gibberish dialect that was never heard before. She began to turn her head slowly, only no living being is able to do what she has, a full neck turn that would twist any head off its socket.

The woman hissed "You...shouldn't...be...alive..all..this..time".

Her face seemed familiar, the Esper could sworn they have met before. There were no skin to be found on her hands, only skeletons yet, not an undead. Her death glare saw through his soul and she leaped towards him in speed, with fangs and a loud scream.