I am about 15m (50 feet) away from the man I stare at him in shock. Every time I have dreamed about him, he was burning. Now he is not. He has his head lowered, but I can see he has short black mixed with white. Pepper hair.

His breath is ragged, and he is covered in sweat.

I want to see him closer. I take a step and I realize I have no shoes. Under my feet, I feel the cold stone. I am in a cave because I can see the irregular walls of the cave.

I keep walking until I get in front of the man. I crouch down and try to take a peek at his face. His eyes are closed. He looks as if he is asleep.

I get a bit disappointed. Disappointed because...? There is no reason to feel disappointed.

I sigh, and I am about to stand up when he opens his eyes. My heart starts beating fast from both fear and anticipation. I can finally see his face.

He lifts his face and looks and me with tormented eyes. They are black as the void. And in his eyes I see recognition. How can a man from a nightmare recognize me?

His nose is straight, and his lips are thin, while his chin is round.

Even though I always see him burning, he has no scars on his body.

My gaze travels to his neck. A thick collar is biting on his skin. The chain that is keeping him in the place is short, not giving him the possibility to stand up. His wrists have thick bracelets, and the chains there are even shorter.

I look at his face. He is still looking at me, not saying anything.

I stand, wanting to take a look at his back. I see another chain attached from the back part of the collar and going between his legs. He is forced into this position by his chains.

Once my inspection is done, I return to stand in front of him.

"Have you come to torment me?"

I almost jump in surprise when I hear the man talk.

"Um... I... No..."

What the hell am I supposed to say to a man that is in my nightmare?

The man studies me for a while.

"Then why are you here, if you haven't come to torment me?" he asks.

He is the one that's been tormenting my nights, and now he accuses me?

"You have been in my nightmare since I was a child! You are the one that's been my tormentor!"

He closes his eyes for a few moments, and I keep staring at his face. This is the strangest thing that has happened to me.

"What is your name?" I ask him.

"I don't have a name anymore," he says, opening his eyes.

"Everyone has a name. You have one too."

"I lost mine the day I died."

So he is a spirit? And this is how hell looks like?

"Are you a spirit?" I dare asks him.

He laughs like a madman. Maybe he is after all, if this is hell.

"I am fury! Call me Fury! That's all there's left of me," he says when he stops laughing.

"Fury? That is not a name."

He stares at me with those pitch-black eyes.

"This is who I am, lady Charlotte. My lady."

He is definitely crazy, calling me lady Charlotte. But the name seems familiar to me. Lady Charlotte. I know I have heard it before. I try to think as hard as I can.

"Your blessing has been my curse. I have begged and begged to die. To be killed. It is impossible. I long to be with you, my lady. When the fire starts, I always hope to die so I can be reunited with you. And now you are here."

I don't know what he is talking about. He talks as if he knows me.

I shake my head.

"I don't know this lady Charlotte is, but I am not her. My name is Daniela."

"You are a demon then!" he accuses me. "You took the image of my lady and came here to torment me! Become foul creature!"

I raise my hands.

"You got it all wrong. I am not a demon."

He narrows his eyes, studying me.

"What are you then?"

I sigh. Why do I have to explain myself to a spirit?

"As I said, my name is Daniela. I am a werewolf, not a demon."

He falls silent.

What sort of creature is he? I have to know.

"Fury, what sort of creature are you?"

"A tormented one."

If he is in hell, makes sense, he is tormented.

"Why don't you break free from your chains? You look strong enough."

He snorts. He pulls at his chains.

"Think I haven't tried? These are special chains, made of electrum. I can't break free of these chains. Not yet. But one day I will find a way."

I try to grab the chain that keeps his neck in place, but my hand goes right through it, like in those movies where a ghost tries to grab something.

"A dead person can't help me," Fury says.

"I am not dead!"

"Then how is it that you are here? Where did you come from?"

When he asks me this, I think of home. I blink and the next thing I am in my bed.

I lay on my bed, think about what just happened. The dream I had has been the strangest I have ever had.

Fury. That's his name. And I want to see him again.

Fury

Lady Charlotte disappeared in a blink of an eye. Seeing her stirred so many emotions inside of me. I wish she remained with me. For the first time in a long time, I felt peace.

She looks younger than I remembered. But still the same hair, eye, and lips. Her face is as beautiful as I remember.

Soon the fire starts, but today I don't mind it as much. I concentrate on the face of my Queen.

When I burn, I close my eyes, and I only think of her.