What..

The small fairy dusts herself off before her wings would start to flutter. Her legs would leave the top of my chest and she’d start to float slightly.

“Well, no wing damage, those cushions are great for padding.” This fairy named Alyssum said

Does..she..not realize that…I’m…right here..

I don’t know how to feel about these off hand comments about the softness of my boobs…

Her small face turns to me.

“Guess I’ll be off, I owe you one blue eyes.” The fairy would turn away from me and would start to fly away

Blue eyes? My eyes are blue? Good to know…I guess

My hand twitches forward, but I’d pull it back out of nervousness. I don’t know what I would even say to the fairy after this.

What just happened? Like, seriously

I’m still trying to process this..

After the little fairy girl left I just rubbed my eyes and I felt myself yawn a little.

Maybe I was getting a little tired…

I shouldn’t risk being up for long, I’ll be needing to focus for that reading I have planned and I think falling asleep in a place like this would spell out danger if anything. I guess the planning for the escape has started.

Now, I guess I should start heading…back…down…to...Na..oko...

Wait..

Wait wait wait wait wait..

Where am I?

This isn’t the same clearing as before?

The walls are different, there aren’t any buildings around me and the lighting has changed drastically

What..no..no..you..you can’t be serious? Did the fairy effect happen to me just now?

Anytime a fairy touches the skin of someone they’ve never met a theoretical die is rolled. Next comes what the community calls “fuck you” magic, but the official name is the Strings of Fate.

I rolled…Dislocation within the current area…

So why the hell does this place look like dimensional prison?

Why are my feet..wet?

I glance down, there’s a layer of…what I hope is water on the ground. I honestly thought I pissed myself for a second there.

There’s a faint light emanating from above me, but it isn’t showing me everything and I can only thank it for it. Please, please just let me believe that I'm alone here.

I just slowly move to the nearby wall, each step making a new current in the layer of “water”

I’d reach the wall and place my hand against it, the light shining over it slightly.

It..It didn’t feel like stone, not the kind that I’ve felt since I’ve been here. It didn’t have the artificial feel to it like the stone from the prison either, nor the smooth and natural feel to it like the stone of the Undercity.

But..there’s something else

I lightly run my hand up and down the portion of the wall, there are etchings..or..writing…on it

It feels odd…

Not in the sense of it being alien to me, but in the sense that I’m naturally following the patterns along with my hand..

I can understand this..I..why?

Why can I understand this?

The writings don't feel runic or cursive I guess. Even looking at it in this light it’s difficult to describe it, but I can understand it..

“..and thus they all fell..”

It kind of sounds like a passage from something..

“..their forms reverted and passed down to those that walked the earth..”

I…I..don’t know what this is from..

“..their blessings placed into people of all..”

I continue along the wall, my hand still against it

“..more fell, fell from the sullen grace into further madness, further dreams of despair..”

“..and the people took this as a sign of otherworldly beings stepping foot..”

“..imprisoned for eternity is what was promised for these broken souls..”

Otherworldly? Any mention of cosmic beings or cosmic powers was just that. Mentions..

There was never anything referring to a summonable beings like Cthulhu or something..

No special weapons from different worlds like that..

Of course there might have been an event or two that had a mini boss that looked like something out of an Lovercraft book, but it was..never in the written lore..

The writings would stop, as if the etchings were scratched over by something sharp.

But then..

“..Unbind me..”

My hand would pull itself back from the wall, a shiver would course through my body, my breathing would become more rapid.

Why did that spook me so much? What is this ungodly feeling that’s in me right now?

Even with the Dislocation, shouldn’t I have been taken to a place in the Undercity where there would be a bunch of knowledge or something? Or with a high magical presence? What does this horrifying place have to do with Saint Elves?

I’d hesitantly place my hand back to the wall, but my finger would get nicked by one of scratches. I’d make a noise and pull my hand back again.

I’d see it was bleeding slightly.

A drop of blood from the tip of my finger fell and hit the water making a gentle splash.

The once clear water would turn a deep red hue before I’d feel something beat once..

It..was something akin to a heartbeat that made this place move.

It would beat again and again.

My body began to shake. Was I inside the heart of something?

The water would splash up suddenly and three tendrils would sprout up from where the drop of red fell. I yelled out and tried to run, but one of the tendrils grabbed my leg, the next one would wrap itself around my chest and cover my mouth while the third grabbed my other leg.

Through my muffled screams I was dragged into what I thought was shallow water. The light would fade as I felt myself getting pulled down into the darkness below.

I saw nothing, but I had the feeling of my body being crushed by something to the point where everything was numb.

I couldn’t move, I could barely think, let alone process what was happening.

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But then it all became quiet.

I tried to call out to anyone, but nothing.

Am I dying? That’s the only thing I can ask myself right now.

A slight rumbling occurred before I had regained feeling in my head. I was staring at a direction, I felt it even if I couldn’t see it.

An eye opened before me, a blue eye.

The deathly shiver from before returned again and even in my numb state I could still feel it in every atom of my body.

That eye stared at me before a voice spoke in a language I hadn’t heard since I arrived in this world. But, I understood it like I had understood the writings.

“Awake.” It said

I was thrust towards the eye before my body jolted up. I felt fear build up in my throat and threw myself to the side.

I felt the cold stone of my cell and dragged myself to the drain where I puked. I was sweating heavily, every hair on me was standing and the shiver...

That ungodly feeling was still present with me even now. I could barely move right. My head was basically hanging down the drain.

I was even grasping for air like I couldn’t breathe. Fuck me..

After a few minutes of laying there I managed to push myself up enough to sit. I wiped my mouth of the after drool of puking and just sat there breathing heavy.

How did I get back here? At least I hope here is here back at my cell and not that..another place like that…

I..can’t..no…I won’t..make notes of this in my notebook. The thought of even reading about this experience again gives me..bad feelings…

I..I hope Naoko notices that my scent is back here. I can’t even comprehend how that stuff works now that it’s real..

I gulp and crawl back to my bed where get back in and lay there staring at the ceiling. I shouldn’t think about this..

But..regressing this memory might be bad..

Fuck..

How do I deal with something like this? Where's a therapist when you need one?

I’d glance up at my HUD, but no real change. My XP bar was filled a little more, I guess thanks to that healing I did on Naoko's back, but nothing else.

I’d open my inventory and browse through to see if I got or lost anything, but no, nothing.

I’d rub my arm, those tendrils…

No tentacle fetish for me…

I’d roll to my side and face the wall. I’d blink a few times before lightly yawning.

I was still a bit tired I guess. I guess more tired now that I went through that..

I’d try and get some sleep at least, just, no bad dreams, please..

Drifting to sleep wasn’t that hard, but as soon as I did I felt the clanging outside.

My sleep came and went like it had before, I’ve no idea how long I’ve been here. I’m slowly losing track of time.

Along with my sanity..

Let’s hope that doesn’t become the norm..

I’d slowly get up from my bed and would stretch. Here goes the whole morning process again..to call it a routine would be insanity.

At this point I’d started getting used to the morning, maybe not the diarrhea, but at least I did it in a more elegant way if you could say such a thing. I did take the time to write down the past happenings in my notebook excluding the Undercity and that event that occurred before.

That’s when I remembered. I took out the coin from my inventory right before the collar guards came. Right after the collar was placed on me I’d just show him the coin. The guard would glance at it and take it from my hand before leaving without any comment. Guess that meant I was in the clear...hopefully

I took a little time to think what I should do besides what I planned, but I didn’t come up with anything worthwhile. I didn’t think I’d be back in the Undercity tonight either. The next few days would probably be just reading as boring as that sounded, but it was necessary.

I’d grab the book I’d taken from the library before heading back there and finding a place and just continued to read it.

For being a basics of an entire race’s symbolism it was extremely detailed, and I mean detailed. This didn’t just cover the symbols of your plain old Elves that you'd see, it went much deeper. Covering every variant no matter how well known or insignificant. I'm talking Moon Elves insignificant levels.

It surprisingly had a section or two of other races that could be considered variants or have ties to Elves in general such as Dyads for example. It did gladden me that the book wasn’t written from the point of “if its ears are long and pointy then its an Elf or Elf variant”.

In contrast to the other book, I took a much slower approach to this one. The different symbols and runes I’d actually need to memorize to have this plan work. If I were to lay out the current plan I have right now then it would go something like this.

After successfully memorizing specific runes and symbols with meanings that could invoke power or energy I’d head down to the Undercity and would find a small piece of wood I could carry in my hand. Thirdly I’d get my dear bodyguard, Naoko to use her claws to carve the symbols and runes into specific points on the piece of wood. Finally I’d imbue it with magic and life.

And boom! I’d have a wand that I could use as a focus which would really increase my damage output since it’s a focus. Now I don’t have any idea of the kind of focus some guards might be given here, but I can make the guess that none of them have wands.

Doesn’t fit the Human style, so, artificial spellbooks is probably what they have since its easy to carry and equip around one self.

The thought of spellbook makes me giddy. But I’m a bit far from it considering my level and situation. How did a mage go about creating one again? Eh, maybe I shouldn’t dwell on it right now since it’s a bit pointless.

Back to reading.

I’d support my head on my hand as I carefully read the book. I did everything I could to absorb the knowledge coming from it. My efforts weren’t actually in vain luckily as I saw the little pop up appear

+1 Enchantment

+1 Arcana

+1 Arcane Creation

+1 Lore

+1 General Lore

+1 Magic Theory

Damn that was a hefty amount of stuff..

Knowledge is power I guess, to a dangerous degree. Makes me wonder how many world leaders are users of magic or just generally intelligent. It can’t all be led by headstrong brutes and smug politicians right?

I should prepare for disappointment probably. You know when I do escape I can probably go and join a magic academy, basic requirement is to have even a semblance of magic.

I wonder how that would compare to my old college life. It can’t be as depressing as that.

I don’t think much of anything now can be as depressing as my old life when I think about it.

I’d close the book and would find the place where I took it from. After that I started looking for anything else that would help me. After about a minute I’d find one titled “Arcane Theory”

I placed myself back down where I was before and opened up the book. Written in common interestingly. Humans weren’t the most gifted magically. They had many with magical ability and prowess, but nowhere near the amount of some other races.

The basics of this book was well the theory of the idea of Arcane and therefore magic. It made detailed accounts about early magic in Human territories. Went a little in about why certain types of magic, mainly Death magic was banned.

Some people don’t like having their dead be resurrected into eternal agony. Souls stuck in limbo and stuff.

Other magic includes Blood magic because forceful control over people isn’t exactly ethical, but Mind magic isn’t banned which seems extremely hypocritical. I guess the excuse for that is that Mind magic can help the caster with mental feats among other things.

Celestial magic is banned here? That’s a bit surprising, but I guess faith can be a fickle thing everywhere. And I guess that branches of Celestial magic like Demon and Angel magic can seem a bit heretical to some Human gods. So yeah, faith a fickle thing.

Spectrum magic is also another banned one. It’s debated whether it is its own entire type of magic or just a branch of Mind magic. It basically influences emotions mainly. There was a spree of Spectrum magic usage that lead to multiple people to be coerced into things more willingly if you get me.

I wonder how it is with other people, I can imagine that in Orcish and certain Beastfolk areas Enhancement magic is taboo since personal strength is big in their culture.

Mind magic must be forbidden within academic circles since it would technically be cheating. Don’t want to use 110% of your head during a test or something right?

I wonder..

If I can find a Mind magic spell, doesn’t matter which one really. But if I were to find one and cast it on myself right before I get the collar put on I wonder if the time duration would be locked in place or not. Since the magic I have would be locked by the collar.

It might be a little loophole I just managed to figure out, but I can’t really be sure of it until I try it, with any spell I guess. I can try it with Calm I think for now or at least until I manage to find one of those hidden books that has a spell in it or something.

I’ll guess that the spells that might be hidden here are probably utility spells mainly. I doubt anyone would be brave enough to have an attack spell hidden or even use an attack spell.

I wonder if the Undercity has anything like The Ring but for magic. Maybe a Summon vs Summon dual. I guess I just have to look, but dammit that might take multiple nights unless I get lucky or get a fly spell to go over the city.

Scratch that fly spell, I’d rather not have my privates be on view for everyone below me, that’s probably why I haven’t seen anyone do it in my time there.

I tap my fingers on the table as I read before I glance at the page number. I bend the corner of the page and close it. I can’t do this everyday I now realize. That would be too boring..

I stand from my seat and pick up the book and leave the library. I’d take a glance outside, the sun seemed at that point during the day so the end of free time shouldn’t be long I think.

But even if not I’ll enjoy the last few hours back in my cell for now. Thankfully, I had no one in my bed this time around. I placed the book under the bed and sat down. I grabbed my notebook and took time to construct some notes.

I did note down a few things about making the wand, hopefully it wouldn’t seem like I’m plotting something, but I needed to write it down in case I forget. Stats are one things, but I actually need to utilize them. And memory is a precious thing.

It wasn’t long before the evening arrived. I had my collar taken off and the illusion returned again. I guess I had a quiet night for once. I had no urge to improve my Acrobatics this time, so I just laid there under my covers staring up.

I sighed. Everything was moving so fast and so slow at the same time to me. I guess counting the days were meaningless if my sentence was till death.

I puffed up my pillow a little as I laid there. It wasn’t that late, so staying up a bit more to contemplate things wasn’t a bad thing necessarily.

I’d glance down at my chest. It was still weird, being a woman. Usually when I’d look down at myself like this at night I’d see my unfit body and some meat ready to be beat.

But now it was, big boobs and a vagina. I'd grab my boobs and they'd jiggle. This was still weird, but I didn't feel uncomfortable in this body.

I can’t even begin to think about the process to even try busting a..whatever women do.

God..

That sounded so bad..

I’m really showing my colors to myself.

Having incel-y thoughts like that is just…ugh…I hate myself for it.

But I guess I should explore myself in a sense. Maybe once I’m not exactly fearing for my life. Even without that part I don’t think besides the evening there was a time for such activities. But then..

I suddenly think of the Mistress from before. The way she held herself, her eyes, her voice, her looks, her everything really just..made me feel hot basically. I guess since I can’t binge watch Hentai my memory bank should be the next best thing..

Dammit do I hate myself...

I turn to side and shut my eyes. No horny for tonight. Best to get rested and get ready for the next day.