The Vernal Sovreign

[Forn Clakes]

It has been a few days since Pryderi bought his new electric guitar and had spent the time practicing and getting accustomed to it. Slightly heavier in both weight and sound to his beloved acoustic, it still required the same delicate touch to get right.

A bit like this new start, really, the Muse mused as he entered the Four Seasons. Dressed in skinny black jeans and a sleeveless chequered shirt, Pryderi walked to the desk and spoke with his rolling Welsh accent.

"Good afternoon, I was hoping to catch Miss Rumiko if she's available."

[Lexi]

~Narration~

The man at the desk just hands you a card with an office number on it, up on the tenth floor.

[Forn Clakes]

"Thank you." With a farewell smile, Pryderi heads to the elevator and after it arrives, the Welshman presses the button for the tenth floor and leans against the wall, feeling the ride up through the building.

[Lexi]

~Narration~

The doors open to a long hallway, with what appear to be mainly offices on each side. There aren't any actual guest rooms up here, but the splendour of the hotel isn't lost in this administrative section.

[Forn Clakes]

Stepping out of the elevator, Pryderi looks at the card and then glances at the nearest office number before walking down the hallway until he reaches the right door. Tucking the card in his pocket and making sure his hair looked ok, he lightly taps on the door.

[Lexi]

~Narration~

As you knock on the door, it opens with a soft creak. There's a small hallway, which is entirely dark.

[Forn Clakes]

Damn, he thinks, I hate small creaks.

"Hello, Miss Rumiko?" Pryderi calls, his valley's born tone echoing through the darkness.

"Bollocks," he murmurs before gulping and treading lightly into the hallway, his heart beginning to race.

[Lexi]

~Narration~

As you walk through the hallway, the door creaks closed behind you, and light starts to seep through at the other end. As you continue walking slowly through, you notice that the walls are covered in vines and other greenery, and at the end of the tunnel, you come into a small glade.

[Forn Clakes]

The worry that was swiftly filling Pryderi disappears as he enters the glade, and he idly sniffs some of the flowers as he passes, finally finding a place in the city he felt safe. As he wandered through the glade, he couldn't help but hum some tune from the recesses of his memory.

Every rose has it thorn.

[Lexi]

A few minutes after you wander through the glade, you feel hands over your eyes and your sight goes black. "Guess who!"