I stare at the stone ceiling, following the cracks along the stone.

A while ago I was put into this room whilst I was sleeping, and with no other things to distract myself, I stare at the ceiling. Wait... I could experiment with this 7th sense. This sense of mine makes me always aware of where something is, but not what it looks like. It tells me some basic properties of the materials around me, but its very limited. 

Sense is a really bad word for what this is. Magic, yeah it seems similar enough to what magic would be.

Wait, this is a different world. Perhaps this world have magic? That would be quite interesting, wielding magic against my foes. Well its not like I have anything else to do, this body is unwieldy, and cannot be used until I develop further.

I feel around for where this magic comes from. And this is a lot harder than I thought. I don't feel where it starts so much as the conclusion alone. (i.e. feeling the room)

Then I felt it. As soon as I felt the odd feeling above below my heart, it was not feint. Almost like it was always there with a strong pressure. Something innate about myself that I never before knew. Like the first time you move a tail you never had, but you still know how to use.

looking into this place, I could only describe it as a sphere. And inside that sphere is my soul, burning with a golden light. this sphere is leaking energy/magic. I will this sphere to stop leaking the magic from my soul, and my sense disappears. I can only see the ceiling with my own eyes.

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Energy builds up inside my sphere and I begin to worry that it will explode in magic energy, thus I release it again. My sense comes back. Hm... that's interesting. Perhaps

I will My magic to flow through my blood, and nourish my brain, muscles, and fat tissue. my eye sight improves.

My soul, from what I can tell is generating magic. The magic that it makes is part of me, thus whatever my magic touches I feel, thus my sense of the world.

I am interrupted by the door to my room opening, my so called "mother" walks into the room with some 6-ish year old boy. They have black hair and green eyes. When my mother saw me, she ushered the child out the of the room in a clear panic. She pushed him out and locks the door. She walks to my crib.

At this point I am quite confused on why she is so scared. That is until she draws a dagger from her waist, and moves it to my left eye. She cuts it out!

Jaken: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Though I can say that my pain tolerance is high, having someone cut your eye out without painkillers is... quite painful.

tears run down her face as she cuts the cloth from her silk dress then leaves.

I AM SO F***KING CONFUSED, AND IN PAIN!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!