Phantom Hollow Musn't Hurt The Precious!

In a dark den a tan wolf stared at the back wall. A small puddle of water had formed from a hole in the ceiling. Judas moved his eyes down, seeing dark green eyes stare back in hate. He was losing his mind, he knew that much. But now he began to question if he had already lost it. 

"You are weak. How could you fail?" said his reflection. "I didn't fail! I am not weak!" Judas snapped back, snarling at the face in the water. To him, it felt so real. But in reality, it was only pure imagination. In truth, he was only talking to himself. His eyes were wild, yet the reflection was strangely calm. "You failed your task. What would Lumar think? What would mother think?"

"Shut up!" he shouted, splashing down upon the puddle. Only madness had hold of him now.