The Golden-Eyed Intruder
The figure moved forward. The voice said it again really cold and, on purpose cutting through the thick air. The voice was talking and it sounded cold and deliberate the figure was still moving. The air was heavy and the voice was cutting through it the figure advanced.
"Now… who the hell are you?"
The words did not just echo. They seemed to stick in the room as heavy as iron. A small shiver went through the room as every head turned, slowly as if they were afraid of being noticed. The torches wobbled, their flames shaking and the shadows on the stone walls moved like animals that were trapped getting long and then quickly going back. The words stuck in the room heavy like iron. Made the torches wobble even more. The shadows, on the stone walls kept moving, like animals trying to get free.
The silence closed in. It was like the silence was really closing in around me. The silence closed in. It was very quiet.
