My Life as a Salamander

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The Air was cool as we travelled down a dark stone corridor. It felt unnatural. The only light allowed was made by torches. In all reality it was as though the proclaimed mansion was a prison.

" It really is aweful that my other siblings get the better rooms while i get the old torture chamber." Sigh " At least the servants cleaned and prepared it for me." The girl said dejectedly.We reached a large door that was 7 feet wide by 8 feet tall. It was made of a dark wood that gave off a feeling of gloom.

The girl pushed her hand against the door. With a squeel, the door moved outward revealing a very bright hallway. Paintings lined the walls. The floor was a deep crimson with gold floral print. The air warmed and was made more lively with noises from servants moving about in victorian uniforms.

I watched through the bars of my cage. The people moved by so fast they seemed like a blur. The smells were too strong. Chicken, Pork, sweet, Sour. It was so overwhelming that I was starting to get a headache. I laid there breathing through my mouth without focusing on my senses.

The Girl kept moving. Eventually we reached a pair of large silver doors. They opened with such a cold silence, it was unnerving.

We stepped into a large room. There was a long table that was filled with an enormous amount of food.

"Samantha... I didnt expect you to join us for dinner."a thick gravelly voice echoed through the room.A man was sitting in a high backed chair at the head of the table. On his right sat a thin older woman. Her hair was the same as the girls. Her eyes were grey and seemingly lifeless. As though they couldn't see anything. " Samantha?... Samantha is here? Come, sit and eat with us. It's been too long."Her voice was clear likecrystal. But it was only then that I realised she was blind.@@