It was getting late, morning would come with all its magnificant glory within a couple hours. She had paced by the female dorms several times. Somehow she just couldn't make herself enter the building. Still unsure if even the new room she had been given would feel like the sanctuary she craved and needed. After all, would not the boy who so forcefully and rudely took her blood know of which room she was in since he worked in the offices?
She shook her head as she trounced away from the building and made her way across campus to find herself standing at the entrance of the dungeons. Something about the way Riley had warned her of the place had stuck with her. The dungeon after all was a familiar and main part of any castle or keep. The very word conjuring up a dark vision. What was it like? Who might have been thrown into it? What instruments of torture were used in this dark underbelly of the old school? Thoughts flitted through her head as she entered the mouth of the man made cavern.
Fingers clenched the lapels of that duster like coat, tugging it more securely around her petite frame. Even with the stories of a dungeons dark beginnings she found the area almost calming. Sourrounded by the brick and stone inlay. From floor to walls to ceiling as each footfall echo'd throughout the maze beneath the ground. Side stepping the small stream of water that ran the length of the trail she walked. Senses were intensified as she entered the new realm below the school. Glancing down the first arched opening she came upon, hoping to perhaps find some nook or cranny to rest in until the end of day. The new dusk of the night would awake her from the oncoming sleep that already tugged at the energies that slowly faded from her body.
She shook her head as she trounced away from the building and made her way across campus to find herself standing at the entrance of the dungeons. Something about the way Riley had warned her of the place had stuck with her. The dungeon after all was a familiar and main part of any castle or keep. The very word conjuring up a dark vision. What was it like? Who might have been thrown into it? What instruments of torture were used in this dark underbelly of the old school? Thoughts flitted through her head as she entered the mouth of the man made cavern.
Fingers clenched the lapels of that duster like coat, tugging it more securely around her petite frame. Even with the stories of a dungeons dark beginnings she found the area almost calming. Sourrounded by the brick and stone inlay. From floor to walls to ceiling as each footfall echo'd throughout the maze beneath the ground. Side stepping the small stream of water that ran the length of the trail she walked. Senses were intensified as she entered the new realm below the school. Glancing down the first arched opening she came upon, hoping to perhaps find some nook or cranny to rest in until the end of day. The new dusk of the night would awake her from the oncoming sleep that already tugged at the energies that slowly faded from her body.