My heart pounded as the scent swirled the room, the heavy scent of fire smoke and orange making my judgement cloudy. In panic I jump from my seat in the dining room, with my arms outstretched trying to find my way around the room to the front door the scent grew stronger. "And where are you going?" a deep voice rang above me, I jerked my outstretched hands into a ball against my chest taking a few steps back. A soft growl escaped his chest as I did so, "who are you, little one?" He said tilting my head up towards him, making me shutter under his electric touch. Before I could even get a word out he let go, the warmth gone I could here laughter. "Of course, im cursed with the blind one." he spat. My heart ached at his words, repeating them in my head.