I could talk about how I finished refining Whitefoot late last night but that hardly matters when you are stuck in metal cell preventing you from doing anything with magic.
I boosted my Fate a surprising amount, nearly a day’s worth of Fate accumulated in a single instant. That was when I started to freak out in vain. I had already been hit by the poisoned dart and was rapidly losing consciousness, though I couldn't have been out long because my Fate didn’t burn itself while I was out.
I haven’t seen my captors yet but I am still within the boundary of my forest. I can still feel my trees, but the connection feels weak. Luckily it isn't getting any weaker.
When I came too I was laying on a mat made out of hide and inside of a room made nearly entirely of metal. One wall has tightly spaced bars, like whoever built it was more worried about someone slipping through the bars than actually being able to see through them.
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Whatever this metal is it seems to expel all the mana in the building, including what used to be in my mana pool. Luckily the mana that makes up me isn’t affected, but I still need an input of mana in order to not revert to a child-like form and eventually starve to death. Luckily my dungeon core does something there so I won’t starve, merely get rather weak.
The mechanism that is draining my mana isn’t touching my Solar Energy, I might be able to do something with what little I have.
As if locking me up like this wasn’t enough they also cut off my wooden arm completely. Whoever these people are, they’ve done their homework.
And my diary is safe in my dungeon core’s extradimensional space, luckily I can write without removing it.
Honestly, I’m scared. I don’t know what these people want with me or why they are doing this to me. All of my closest friends and family are gone right now and other than them I don’t see anyone on a regular enough basis for my disappearance to be suspicious. It will be two days at the soonest before anyone notices my disappearance, and that is only because I agreed to attend that party.
And the worst part is that I can’t access my plants, any of them. I feel so small, lost, and confused without their constant presence and guidance. I need to get out of here as soon as I can. I need to figure out how to do that. And, possibly most importantly, I need something to occupy my thoughts so I don’t have another nervous breakdown.