Whispers of Peril

This follows after The Obsidian Lantern.

I woke up on the cave floor, and it was cold now that the runes were dim and the lantern... I sat up as I realised that the lantern was smashed on the ground.

"What did I do?" I mumbled to myself as I looked at the pieces scattered around me. I didn't feel hurt, but I checked myself over all the same; it was out of habit, I think. My head was fuzzy, and I still felt sleepy. I jumped when I heard whispers from behind me, but when I looked, there was no one there. I grabbed my lantern and lit the oil with a spark of magic. The feeling of peril washed over me as the orange light flickered off the cave walls. I managed to stand up and step over the pieces of obsidian before I wobbled and held myself against a wall. All I could hear again was my breathing and my heart racing. My breath was visible in front of me, swirling like smoke. The whispers came again, but this time I heard them clearly, as if someone were right behind me.

"Mine!" My body froze as I felt a cold hand touch my shoulder. Everything went black as I lost control of my body!