#poor blaze

There were people... he wasn't giving them much attention. This place... it was familiar. It was so familiar it hurt trying to remember. It was like there was some sort of block keeping the memories of this place locked away. He didn't have the key for it either. It frustrated him to no end.

He came across what looked to be a ballroom. There seemed to be a celebration of some sort. There were people standing around talking, others dancing, even more standing guard or eating. There was that sense of familiarity again as he watched before descending a flight of stairs. Everyone seemed to take noticed as if they recognized him. They gave bows or salutes. He didn't understand the reasoning why.

He spent an untold amount of time with a group of people. He could never really make out what was being said. The words seemed garbled or something. A different language perhaps he thought. It didn't matter really he knew what was coming next.

There was a commotion coming from the stair area. People turning to see what was going on before panicking and trying to get away. There looked to be a group of people attacking others. Everyone else was trying to get away while guards were trying to stop the attack. He felt a hand grab his arm and pull him towards safety.

He turned and a guard was pointing towards safety. He nodded and started running but to no avail. He was being chased and he knew it... while felt it was more the sense he got. He didn't last long on foot. He felt himself trip partway down a hall and stumble onto the floor. He only managed to turn himself onto his back to see a clawed hand shove itself into his chest.