Cold. That was the first thing I recognized about this strange holding facility. I opened my eyes, or at least I believe I did, because I felt my muscles ache from being relaxed for the long period I think I was unconscious for, but, all i could see, or should I say couldn't see, was darkness. I tried to move and to my surprise I wasn't bound by any material to anything. For all I could tell the room wall just that, a room. Nothing special about it. I walked around the perimeter of the room and felt nothing, no furniture, no rugs, no light switches, no crevasses or even the slightest crack in the wall, not even a door knob. Where the hell was I I asked myself, no answer came to mind. All that came to mind was the realization I had no idea who I was. What. The. Hell.
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Blast
FantasyShe wakes up in an unknown place, no memory of anything, not even her magic power. Could it all be part of the damage of the blast, or could it be something else? Who knows? Not her. Not the darkness. Who?
