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Darkness. Only darkness.

The ground beneath my back is rough and littered with stones that cut into the bleeding wound tracing my ribcage, but at least my head is slightly cushioned from the sack.
"How much longer? My arms are hurtin'. Can we stop an' rest?" I hear. There's a jerk and I slide forward, bumping someone's leather boots.
"CUT THAT OUT! OUR PRISONER IS NOT A TOY!" A second voice says, and then the sound of a slap, followed by a moan, cuts through the damp air. I wince.
"Sorry, Sir... It's just..." The first voice trails off.
"You aren't used to walking. I know, kid." The second person is quiet, and then I stop moving.
"We can stop, kid. Have some water. We'll make camp for the night in this clearing."
"R-Really, Sir?"
"YES, kid, are you deaf? Go get me some firewood."
"Okay, Sir. Right away."

Leaves crunch as the first person walks away, and the second person sighs. Without much to listen for, I twist my body the best I can with my bound hands and try to get comfortable on the ground. I haven't slept since... Since when? I can't remember. But I haven't slept in an awfully long time (Or maybe I'm just tired) so it doesn't take me long before I sleep.
It's the first time I haven't dreamt.
My species (What species am I, exactly?) have very vivid dreams, often warnings.
So it's quite troubling when all I see is blackness.

I wake to the sound of voices and sobs. There's darkness even when I open my eyes, so the sack is still over my head, but the rope tying my ankles together has been loosened.
"I d-dont want it to d-die. I-It's s-so b-beautiful. Why do w-we have to t-take its li-life?" 
"Kid, we're just following orders. I gotta get some money back to my wife. And you... You're here to, uh, get firewood." I can imagine the second person grinning awkwardly.
"W-Well, w-why does the Queen w-want to k-kill it?" 
"Same reason we have to put a bag over its head. Because it's dangerous." With a shudder of fear and anger I realize the 'it' these two are talking about is me. 
"We should take the bag off it. Please?" The first voice is quiet and pleading.
"...Fine."
"Thank ya, Sir!" 
There's a rustling sound and then the world tilts as I am violently brought to my feet. Something pokes the bag and a rope cinches my throat, tight, too tight-
"YOU PIG-LICKING SON OF A GOAT! THAT'S THE WRONG WAY!" 
The rope loosens and I can breath again.
The bag's rising slowly, slowly, but even when it's off everything is dark, so dark, there's still only darkness for my eyes to see.

And then the world erupts with light.