Smoke. Everywhere. It was like some living creature, wrapping its creeping, choking tentacles of grey around the guards' faces until they crumpled to the floor, gasping for air. It slipped under doors, smothering those who slept, before moving on, to the heart of the castle.
It rounded a corner and the terrible cloud reflected in the glassy, shocked eyes of more unfortunate guards.
"Impossible," breathed one.
"Durayne - wake the lady. I - I'll-"
The one which had spoken first, Durayne, slipped quietly into the room, where he shook the lady, Crisis, awake. "M'lady, you must come at once. No - don't speak, we haven't time. Quickly."
There was a scream which faded into a terrifying gargling rasp.
"What was-"
"Quickly!"
They made it out of the room just in time. The smoke reached it and slipped inside. Crisis tugged the guard, urging him to run. Durayne had been staring at his fallen comrade, who lay on the marble floor with eyes wide, mouth frothing. His arrows useless at his side. The veil of smoke thickened, consuming him.
"Come on!"
"No, m'lady - you go. I'll try on hold it off."
"There's nothing you can-"
"Go! Tell the others!"
Crisis stood frozen for a moment then turned and ran, screaming at the top of her lungs to wake the others.
Durayne turned, trembling, and faced the wall of smoke with nothing more than his arrows. Eyes wide, lips parted for a scream, he saw something emerge from the swirling grey. Two blood-red eyes and a wide, gaping mouth, filled with the same red light as the burning eyes, swooped towards him, ready to devour him.
**If he lives I'll post a profile for him. Ha ha. Smoke demon everyone...**
