The room is dark, yet there are candles lit. You look around and see that the flames themselves are black.  Which is incredibly odd, yet they give off a dim light that just barely lets me see the room. As I look further, I see that I am in a four-sided, trapezoidal room. I can barely make out what seems to be a broom by the door on the shortest side, a bed on the opposite wall lengthwise of which the bed is messy as if someone has slept on, it despite you waking in the middle of the room, on the cold stone floors. Deciding to look up, I see that the ceiling is surprisingly a mirror. Staring at my twin, i notice that the reflections world is actually brighter than the room I m in, and the candle flames are normal, but most of all we’re ……. NUDE!!!!! As you continue to stare, you notice that there is a letter and a set of clothes on the bed, wanting to be clothed and hoping for answers you fetch them from the bed. 

“Hmm let’s see,” as you put on the clothes, “darn it all I can't read a thing.” as the words leave our parched  mouth an idea strikes you, if you were to get closer to the ceiling, you might just have enough light to read this damned letter. As you think of what to do, you realize that the celling could act as a light if only you could get closer to it. Looking around you see chairs on the wall closet to the bedhead, on what you assume is the left or right, and see nothing else of help. 

“Ok let’s move the bed here, and put these chairs here,” you move it to just around where you woke up, and begin stacking chairs upon it. Once you have stacked them in a primitive star case, you climb to the top. “Alight,” as you reach the top, “let’s see, what's this!!! As you try to read the letter, you stop confused and not just a little bit angry, “This letter is all gibberish.” On further inspection, the letter appears to be made up of recognizable letters, but not in any recognizable pattern of words or sentences. “Great, just great I just had to get a backwards letter. Wait, backwards. As you look up at the letter’s reflection, you realize that the reflected you’s letter, actually formed readable words and sentences. Upon closer in section it reads. 

To whomever it may concern, 

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I like thyself was imprisoned in this room. The door is locked, no key to be seen, and once every seven days you are taken away from this chamber and put through unimaginable torture. Fret not, for while I have failed though shalt succeed. In the chest hidden under the mattress of the bed, I have placed potions three of which have a varying degree. The first be one of sky and sea blue, the second a dragon's sacking green, and the last be that of bloody hue of crimson red and blackened doom.

As I write these words, I grow ever more certain of my impending fate and of my bright demise. Alas I will not be freed, but at least others will be. You may drink one potion, and only one. One is poison, two are not, one is light and one is dark. One heals and one does not. If though art in need, drink of one to be freed. Drink not of the dragon’s neck, but of the angel’s grace or demons blood though shall be set at last. Though listen yet, when the bell rings twice a dawn you will be free to run under the sun. Just remember to give the venom to the gaunt one, and the undrunk vial to the chained one.  

In Freedom and Soul, 

Everette De'Cristoly 

As I climbed down, I could hear footsteps outside the door ever approaching then stopping right outside my door, fearful of the mentioned possible torture, I stop and just stare at the door. The doorknob starts to turn, but, thankfully, the turning stops and then the footsteps continue, moving along. Sighing in relief, I finish climbing down the stairs. Once again, I head to the bed and checking under it, I find a small leather cased chest, and like the letter had detailed there were three potions inside. One was a blue and in a wide bottle, green and in a thin pointed pottle, and finally a blood red one in a tall square bottle. Each was around 8 or 10 ounces in height and in liquid volume. 

“Which one do I to drink, if the letter is to be listened to the 'dragon's neck' is the poisoned one, and if I am correct it should be the ‘dragon green’ one?”, I say thoughtfully.  Checking to be sure, I opened the green vial and as soon as I did so, a rotten egg odor permeate the room. Noticing the pillow, I checked to see if there were any feathers inside, unfortunately there was not. So, I plucked a hair from my head, and then put it in the tube. At first the liquid did nothing, then bubbled, then turned into a liquid, and then just as suddenly a dust somehow. Ok not drinking that one.

So now that only leaves the red and blue vials.