The word I thought of was "darkness".
This is the picture,

And My Story:

I couldn't remember anything, my name, where I was, even what I was trying to remember. I stumbled in the. . . Room? Everything was inky black, not enough light to see anything further than my grey hand. The only sounds to be heard were my ragged breath, hammering heart, and staggering feet.

Suddenly, there was something else, something new. It bounded out, teeth bared, face stuck in a silent scowl, feet as quiet as a ghost, glowing a faint grey light. I recognized it, as what I don't recall, but my instincts took over and I stuck out my hand. Suddenly a wall of. . . Ice, I believe it was called, stood between the beast and I.

Marveling at the wall, my hands, and the broken reflection in front of me, I saw something being writen on the glass;

You Dare Use My Curse Against Me?!

Well, that's my story, comment/vote if you liked, ask me if you want me to continue it.