An opulent gold throne room, a pale king, old and scarred. A court full of men in robes and armour, they look petrified. A dark fog starts to seep into the room through the stone, stirring the lot into a frenzy. The guards at the door collapse.
I was shaken awoke from the nightmare by the commander. I was lead along with the other soldier that was sleeping through a corridor which opened up into a parapet. The sky looked pitch black and I soon realized it was not a sky at all. Two massive cavern walls surrounded the opening we entered. We were still in a cave, hopelessly underground. The parapet overlooked a small city, but the city looked decrepit and abandoned. Dark monotonous stone walls made it look like a maze from my high overlooking position. I was surprised it was somewhat illuminated though it was still not bright. It was like a very late dusk or early morning, where features seemed hard to distinguish and your eyes played tricks on you. The light came from a behind a bend in the cavern wall, a golden glow reflected off the stone. Was that the sun? I would have to go and find out, eventually.
The other soldier sat down on a stone block. The commander spoke to him: "doce servum" The other soldier nodded and the commander left.
The other soldier looked at me and gestured to a stone block behind me. I sat down.
He pointed at himself, "Servus" then he pointed at me.
He wanted to know my name. "Mardy." I replied.
He shook his head no. "Servus" he said pointing at himself outlining the black scars on his body, then he pointed to me, "Servus".
"Servus..." I replied.
Servus. Servant maybe? Slave?
He used some props to teach me more words. I felt so hopelessly lost, hungry and thirsty. I no longer had a name, I was just a slave like the other. Why hadn't they fought back and freed themselves? Surely as a team we could ambush the commander.
My neck began to feel warm again, and the orb was heating up. At least in this cool damp air there was the warmth from that. Perhaps my eyes were fooling me, but the room began to brighten. I began to hear a rumbling roar in a distance. The brightness from behind the turn in the cave grew warmer and warmer, almost to the point that it reflected some warmth. My stiff and cold body started to bask in the heat. I looked down at the city again, my eyes were not fooling me, it was actually brighter, I could make out details in the stone work. There was once a beauty in the collapsed rubble, some structures still stood proud with beautiful masonry. My mind had wandered from lessons the other slave tried to give me.
He cleared his throat and finally pointed in the direction of the light. "Fornax." He said. "Fornax" I repeated. I started to feel a sting on my neck. The orb was getting hot, uncomfortably so. Then I heard a voice, the same voice I heard so many days ago. You must bind someone. You must bind someone to the crypt.