Pawn I thought I was dreaming but as i stagger the screaming becomes too clear. My head is bleeding painting my vision red. My heart quickens coming into line with the chaos surrounding me. Shadows flit in my vision, demons with protruding claws like blades and metal scales. In my hand is steel, a safe haven for my fist. I bear it like a talisman against the shadow, each swing banishing them for a mere second. A sense of darkness creeps towards me, the light inside only just matured begins to falter. With each exposure dwindling its time. The noble cause of my King once an appealingly prospect is now drenched in blood and swallowed by this void of panic. The demons continue to drain me with each touch and bite, soon the red haze will disappear and i fear what may replace it. Eternal blackness may soon await, or will I become one of those shades so hungry for blood?