You are awakened by a tug and pulled to your feet beside a chair you were reclining in. You remember falling asleep there, surrounded by people, some indeterminate time ago. The man that disturbed you from your slumber quickly dashes out of the room. You are now standing alone in a vacant and cavernous chamber, a dining hall that is quite familiar. A close murmur in a nearby room beckons. The adjacent room is filled with people. The clamour of words is mostly indistinguishable, but the exclamation of "We're under attack!" is recognizably audible. The room begins to tremble. Suddenly, you hear a swift, loud, sweeping noise closing in from overhead. As you look up you realize it is the crescendo of a falling chandelier, only a split second before it collapses upon you. Instantly, upon impact, you are crushed by it's immense weight. Slain before you even begin your journey. . . how unfortunate. . .
THE END
