Ever since the day I woke up in this hellhole my life hasn't really been a life. It has been, to my guessing, a week. I have not got anything in the passing time. No food. No water. How am I living is my main question. I am not hungry nor thirsty. Am I living? Where am I? Who am I? What is going on? What the hell? Where the hell? Who knows? So many questions. One answer would be an improvement. One sound would be an improvement. One memory would be an improvement. I might be screwed. Maybe I already am. Who knows?Just another freaking question. Am I dead? Can't be, death has to be better than this crap! Where am I? "Let me out!" I scream. Either nobody hears me or nobody cares. "Help!!" no answer. "Anybody there!" no reply. "Please, I am begging you,whoever you are, let me out!" Nothing. "I give up!" I let myself fall to the ground. When the impact happened the ground let out a groan like I was overweight, which was a possibility. Then there was a sound like metal scraping against metal. But, this could not be true, the floor seemed to be wood.What. The. Hell. I got up and felt around at the realization that, for there to be a metal against metal sound, there probably was metal scraping against metal. I felt around the walls, which were colder than before. I could find no significance in any part of them. I felt around the floor, which seemed to get warmer towards the middle. When I got to what seemed to be the center of the room, the was a hole. It was definitely not there before. It felt like a rectangle with a circle on the top. I put my eye to it. Darkness. I put my ear to it and heard an almost indecipherable whisper, "Death."
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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?
