Death of a Sorcerer

If you are looking for a long consistent story, this probably isn't for you. After all, I'm only telling this story so I can recall whatever happened to me in the last few weeks before winding up in this room. It's old, i can tell by the cracks in the walls. The yellow tint of the light made the whole room turn the same color. Yet in the midst of it all, it became comfortable. A bed that levitated above the floor and giving off a blue light underneath was the only other color in the room. There was a chair that was made similarly with a yellow tint like the light above, and a glass table connected the wall closest to the door, or... at least, I thought it was. The door blended in with the walls, but i knew it was there because of the outlining of a door was still present, and didn't match the smoothly cracked walls on the sides of it. Your probably wondering how I'm even writing if there isn't anything to write with. well, the glass table I told you about, I mustered what was left of my will (the source of my power) to start the power on this contraption. It worked like one of those tablet things the humans use these days. I can vaguely remember how to use something like this. I opened up the note pad and the news, which seemed to be the only two things on here, and began writing what you are reading now.

I'm not the kind of person who likes reading the news, after all I just turned 18 just the other day. If you are curious like I am, I'm six feet tall, black hair that's only long on the top of my head. The sides and back are cut short so that when I wear a hat, it hides my hair. Yes i am a paranoid young man, and as one would be, I'd like to know what's going on at this time. So I glanced through the news I noticed that everything seems to be on some guy who can cast REALLY powerful magic. What I would do to have that magic right now, I'd be out of here in no time. The date isn't on here, it's being blocked by a big smiley face waving its finger back and forth. All this magic stuff reminds me of what happened a few weeks ago. How my days of being a human student became days of a refugee jumping through space and time. But more on that later, that hover bed looks very inviting right now.