I walked to where Mye entered and I tried to leave. I couldn't even find a crack of where the door could have been. So it seems that what I thought was the life was a trap. I actually kind of miss the guards, at least they were target practice. Well it looks like I get to be bored, again. I wonder what they left me with this time. at least I can see this time, knock on wood. All that is in sight is one drawer. There is a gold handle on the drawer, but the desk looks like it would fall apart if a fly landed on it. I grabbed the handle and pulled and the desk drawer slid out, and to my surprise stayed intact. There was one item in the drawer. It looked to be a clump of glowing green metal. When I picked it up though, a silver blade shot out of the end of it, awesome! I walked over to where the door opens when they enter and jammed the knife in. The was a hissing sound, and the door slid open. I started to walk down the corridor and heard voices. These voices were not the simple monotonous voices from earlier. These were the voices of humans. Not robot like or monotone voices, but human voices. I put my back to the wall to try to hide if they walked by but I don't think my black clothes would blend in with the white walls. I slid along the wall toward the voices, knife in hand. There was a paper taped to the wall.The paper read:
Be Careful, Magic in Room 4-c31
I turned back to see what my room number was. When I got to my door I saw that my room was indeed, 4-c31.This can't be. I don't have magic. "Hey" I heard from behind me "what are you doing?" I turned around, dumbfounded. "Me?" I said. "Do you see anyone else?" the guard named Erica questioned. "You" I answered in a matter-of-factly tone. "Shut up or I will-" "Erica" yelled one of the other guards from the room."What" she screamed angrily. "How did she get out?" "I don't know" in those three simple words, I made a decision, Run!I sprinted towards the two guards with my knife. I took a left where the right and straight paths were blocked by the guards.There was a guard down the hallway I took. I decided to fight him. My fist connected with his mask. He backed up after the blow and couldn't have been expecting the force I brought. I wielded the knife at his throat and told him is a hushed voice "let me by and you won't die." He whispered "go" and I ran. I took a series of left and right turns, every once in a while fighting a guard or two. Eventually I ended my run with a door. A big white door. No handles or anything else. Just a door. A small keyhole the size of a dime. But nothing else. I put my ear to the keyhole and what didn't surprise me was the fact I heard a whisper."Escape, run." "where?"I stupidly asked. without even putting my ear back up to the door I heard it say "through" "through where" the door creaked open. "through here"
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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?