I sigh as my sister pulls me into the crowd of people slowly making our way through the streets. People branching out at every market set up that caught their eye. Jolene tugs at my sleeve, trying to lead me towards the group dances and games. I am not much of a dancer, nor do I particularly enjoy participating in such activities. Pouting at my lack of compliance, I compromise by telling her to dance without me. She swiftly ran to a group as soon as the words left my mouth. The dances could have been better structured, like small wiggles and random foot patterns.
Nonetheless, it was rather charming. The dirty hood of the cloaks we were wearing fell off, and her long brown hair was exposed, ticking from left to right as she danced. I watched her small smile contort into a large burst of laughter as a man approached her and followed her unpredictable movement as best he could. Her joy seemed to light up the whole market, leaving everyone who glimpsed at her with a playful smile.
Suddenly, I felt a wallowing darkness behind me. The hairs on my neck stood up, and my body shivered. The light from the markets seemed to be enveloped in unknown darkness. Jolene was the only light shining through, dancing as if nothing was wrong. In less than a second, everything in my vision went pitch black, except for a small glowing light.