The Haunted Tower - Chapter 2

First of all, I'd like to explain that this story isn't like the others in this blog: it's much shorter, and I'm not thinking in writting more than 15 chapters (more or less) about it. So, please don't expect a very deep story or a soap opera with no end! However, I promisse I'll try to write the best way possible (does this expression really exists in english?) to give you a cool (hopefuly) story. Here it is another chapter. Don't forget to comment it.

Chapter 2:
Memories
It was a peaceful shiny day. Eyothar was riding his horse, Spindush, in Thronkster's main square. Everybody was walking happily through the streets. After a moment of searching in the crowd, he finally saw what he was looking for: Inahda. His wife. He smiled, and she returned the smile, showing her splendid beauty. That day, she was dressing a summer white dress, that fitted her perfectly.
Eyothar ordered Spindush to move into the direction of Inahda. Both were still smiling. But then, there was a noise. A group of people started to fight, and immediatly an urban fight hit the entire square.
Eyodar stopped smiling. Inahda was still looking at him, ignoring the people fighting arround her. But Eyodar had a bad feeling about that. Spindush trotted faster, but then Inahda's face stopped smiling. She was showing pure terror. Eyodar was in shock. Blood came out of his wife. People started to shout. Inahda sheded more and more blood, and then felt to the floor.
Then, the time stopped. Eyodar's heart was bumping very fast. The crowd in the square was in a great fight and lots of people were dead. Such as Inahda. His wife. That just couldn't be happening! I couldn't be true! Now, he couldn't see her, because of the other people that were fighting arround her.
She couldn't be dead... She couldn't! No!
'Inahda!' screamed Eyothar, almost crying.
Then, he realised he was in his little bedroom in the Red Fish, the hotel he decided to go to pass the night in Ashlaam. He was completely covered with his own perspiration. That nightmare... again... Eyodar felt he was the saddest man in the world when he remembered the death of Inahda. All the blood coming out from her... Her face showing the terror of death... It was difficult enough to pass through it just forgetting, but those nightmares made it much worse. And now, it wasn't only Inahda's death to haunt him. It was also Jeryah's kidnapt.
Someone opened the door, surprising Eyodar. It was the owner of the hotel.
'Man, what's your problem?' he asked.
'N-nothing...' answered Eyodar, a few seconds later. It wasn't nothing, but now he didn't want to tell his story to the old man in front of him.
'So just stop shouting in the morning for people! This isn't good for my clients!' he said.
'S-sorry'
The man leaved the bedroom, and Eyodar decided to do the same, so he could explore the city and try to find out how he could save his daughter... if she was still alive!
When Eyodar was leaving the hotel, peole started to yell. Men were grabbing their swords and woman were trying to avoid the place with their children. Someone shouted:
'The souldemons are here!'