A Stab in the Dark (Tethys-Volke-Treck-Lyon)
When all the lights went out, Lyon ran. There was no shame in his cowardice. If someone had managed to extinguish that many candles all in the same second then some unwelcome force had to be at work here. This was a trap. The suspicious nature of the ball should have given that away already.
He hurried towards where he remembered an entrance being, bumping blindly into people and after he had hit a dozen or so of them, he stopped apologising for it. Somehow he managed to find a wall and with it a door. He managed to open it enough to slip through...
"Ah!" A sudden searing pain seemed to rip through his torso, he stumbled as he felt someone barge past him and he collapsed against something that seemed to rising before him...stairs? A hand pressed against his stomach Lyon dragged himself upwards before stumbling again, staggering into the wall. Oh gods...his hand was wet...he could feel it. He had no idea how bad his wound was but it was bleeding heavily and it hurt...it hurt almost as bad as being run through with a sacred blade. Suddenly a horrible thought occurred to him.
I don't want to die again.
