You don’t remember how you got there.

Your head is still spinning, and you’re sitting on a cold stone floor deep in a cathedral-like cavern.

A distant voice whispers something that was probably important, but the voice disappears into the moonlight.

A chill slithers up your spine. You’re not alone. Shadows seem to twist and shift in your peripheral, closer and closer, until you could have sworn you saw pale silvery gold eyes.

A sudden cold breath on your shoulders makes you jump, and as if in reaction, a dark black sand explodes from your fingertips. The offending figure recoils back, staring in disbelief. You stare back at what the pale moonlight slowly reveals to be a tall, lithe man with pale gray skin and a hurricane of spiked black hair.

“Who are you? Did those blasted guardians send you to mock me? Or perhaps the man in the moon finally created my replacement?”

There’s an astringent bitterness to his words. You sense that there is a past you’ve not been privy to. But you aren’t given much time before the man slinks back into the shadows and leaves you with nothing to look at but his glowing eyes.

You’ve always been unnnaturally afraid of glowing eyes.