Where…

Where..am..I?

It’s…dark again…

Why does it always have to be dark and creepy?

I glance around, it’s not like before. I’m not exactly in a room per say. I can’t see any walls. It just looks…infinite in a sense..infinite darkness is the best way to describe it I think.

Which is pretty fucking creepy..

I glance down to my feet and once again they’re in some fluid, but with my previous look around this place it just feels like liquid darkness if that makes sense.

I don’t know if that’s worse or better than what was before.

God I hope I don't get tentacled again..

Oh.

T-That’s new.

I look myself over and I’m not wearing my collar or prison clothes.

I’m in the nude in this dark place.

At least my hair covers my nipples. That’s pretty much the only positive I can take from this.

Natural censorship.

I’d laugh if I wasn’t scared shitless..

I’d step forward but would stop when a cold touch would stick itself to my back. It wasn’t that horrid shiver from before though. This was different, this was the feeling of someone and not something. The aura was oozing bloodlust mainly, but I felt other things, something akin to isolation? It’s hard to describe like this.

I’d slowly turn around to where the cold was coming from and I’d see a light shining down on a figure covered in shackles.

I'm pretty certain this is a dream now...

It was a male from the looks of it, but I couldn’t determine the race. He had a blindfold over his eyes, his hair was grey and long, he had no ears. He had no beard either.

His arms were shackled with four different sets, his legs shackled just the same. The chains that were coming from the shackles looked rusted and worn. Those chains led to the liquid darkness around both of us. Though it looked like they dug deep into the blackness. Like really deep..

Restrained by the Abyss type of deep...

All but one wasn’t broken now that I looked at him. I can’t place him though. I don’t remember someone like this. Bloodlust was a pretty common thing surprisingly, so it isn't a factor in his identity deduction.

I’d take a step forward only for the figure’s head to look up at my direction. I’d freeze at that.

He could see me probably. I don’t know how..since he’s probably blind, unless..he’s got a hidden third eye that I can’t sense.

“Unbind me.” The figure spoke the language from….that place

He was the one that wrote that…

He’s being kept here…somewhere…in…Leghen…

That…complicates things..greatly..

The figure would lower his head, not saying anything else. Above him the same eye I saw before would open itself and would look at me.

My body would be thrown forward, flying into the eye before I’d jolt up from my bed and be met with the sight of my cell. I wasn’t breathing heavy, nor was I sweating or shaking. I felt neutral all things considered.

I raised my palm to my chest and cast Calm just in case. I didn’t need to freak out right now. But I’ve got a clear head now, at least for a little.

I’d slowly lay back down in my bed and would stare at the ceiling.

Alright…

Alright…

What the fuck?!

Like honestly, what the fuck was that?

I know for sure that was something because that wasn’t someone that's being kept here.

The Undercity, a prisoner..

I can’t place it. Fucking hell I can’t place it. I can’t find a connection…unless…he might be…no no….that wouldn’t make sense. Something like that shouldn’t be in any human territory..

I guess I have…some…connection to it? Or maybe I was picked randomly? Maybe this has something to do with why I was brought here? I’ll just keep guessing for now since I can’t do much of anything about it…

On another note, hair censorship. Hehe..

I’d actually hear myself chuckle lightly, at least now I could..and I kind of have a cute laugh. Wait is that narcissistic? I don’t think it should be..

I turn to my side and face the wall.

Alright, plan. Plan. I need a plan. What is the plan? If the piece of wood from the Undercity I’ll find won’t be good then I can use the spoons and bowls I’ve continued to gathered. The problem is, what the wood is originated from and what it has been turned into might influence the power of the wand now that I remember.

I’m guessing the bowls and spoons are from plain old oak trees, so it’s a pretty common item in that sense.

I doubt I’ll find any pure source of wood if you get me. Certain trees are basically filled with pure magic that really pack a hit.

The thoughts of having a spellbook come back to me. Man, that whole process of making one for myself in Highlander was just a phenomenal experience really. It wasn’t something that you just got or found.

Sure, you could steal one from someone or something, buy one from a vendor for cheap or expensive, but you got extra buffs and passive effects if you made yours. Most importantly, you got immense satisfaction from making one. I certainly did

You’d naturally need a manual to figure out the possible materials, but you could get really creative. Naturally edgy players used skin from different races or monsters, some even used solidified blood, the outside of those spellbooks looked great actually when made with blood, they had that pleasing red look to them if you get me.

Some players with a more unique sense of humor had spellbooks made out of literal dicks or boobs. It was funny at first, then you realized how fucked up it actually was.

You could even use certain gems to make them, but that had some drawbacks, one being the weight. I distinctly remember mine. Here I go reminiscing again.

I spent weeks on a few different archipelagos to farm a certain type of obsidian which I then made into a cover for my spellbook. The pages were made of the pure wood I spoke of earlier. You could find them in Elf lands mostly, otherwise they were rare.

On the cover, besides having the beautiful black color to it, was also pretty sturdy. The obsidian I got was a rare kind as well, it was so worth it.

I had it made in a way where I had different parts that weren’t leveled, some had a lower depth, they all had a shape of a gem, it’s a bit hard to describe honestly. Those little dents were basically for gems I’d manage to find, buy or get from quests. They’d grant a power boost or an effect, maybe a modifier for me.

By the time I had finished the spellbook completely it had about fifteen larger gems and about twenty or so smaller gems on the front cover. The back of the spellbook was blank like for most. You could put a little message there if you wanted. I put mine on the spine.

The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.

I basically named it Eclipse. I just used some fancy and expensive white ink I bought from a trade city. It made it all cursive and fancy which made me giddy.

Dammit do I miss that book…

I’d sigh. There’s no reason to think about the past, but I’ll be dammed if it isn’t comforting thinking back on the few pleasant memories I’ve had through my shitty old life.

I suppose I’ve repressed almost everything which wasn’t tied to Highlander..

Can’t remember my family, my name. It’s mostly broken chunks of memories. I know for a fact that I was a miserable incel basically, but I’d rather not dwell on those thoughts. But I feel like sometimes I'm forced to...

Self-pity to that degree would be bad enough..

Think positives Ynnessa…positives…

I can use myself as fap material? Um..no..I take that back..

That sounds more narcissistic than anything. It’s also weird…but I mean...no..no...maybe...anyways..

What else? I can do magic now. That’s really cool. I’m still far away from powerful spells, but at least I’ve got magic. I’m my favorite race so that’s also neat.

I’m starting to think that the positives in my situation aren’t that many…I'm grateful that there are some…I’ll just take what I can get while I’m in this place. I need to touch grass, literally..

But back to planning.

Finish the book, get more plus ones. That’s a good start I think. After that, find Naoko, have her take me back to the Undercity and actually start working on that wand I think.

I flip over to the other side of the bed and grab my notebook and look over the notes. I’d grab the pencil I was given and would to the best of my ability sketch down certain symbols. I was going to forget them if I didn’t do this.

It’s a hell of a risk, but hey, maybe they don’t do cell searches and stuff…I hope…

The symbols that I drew were that of “Power”, “Force”, “Fortitude”. These three for now should be plenty enough.

Power to give the wand a little more bang to it.

Force to give the power a bit more range and push.

Fortitude to give the wand durability so it doesn’t shatter after the first usage.

Once I’d finish the sketches to the best of my current ability I’d put the notebook back away and turn around to face the wall again.

Guess I should sleep…

Fingers crossed for no dream in these last few hours of sleep. But just in case..

I’d raise my palms to my chest and would cast Calm twice before getting semi comfortable in the bed and getting a few more hours of shut eye.

That fucking clanging. How the hell does anyone get used to it? Because I fucking can’t for the love of all that’s holy. The morning insanity came and went, but this time I returned both the bowl and spoon since I had enough for now.

I’d grab the “Arcane Theory” book and would head back to the library where I sat down to read again. As much as I loved doing this, it was also boring as hell.

But in my reading I felt someone sit at my table. I’d glance up to see Naoko in all her buff glory.

“Do you not go anywhere besides here?” she’d ask me

I’d just slowly shake my head.

“I…I don’t know…where…else…besides…you know..”

Her tail would move about as she leaned forward onto the table. She clearly wasn’t the sit still type.

Maybe asking her now would be best

“Can…you…take me…back?” I’d ask

Her ears would perk up and her gaze would look up to me

“Yes!” She’d say a bit loudly before calming down

The two guards didn’t glance towards us so…it’s probably fine I like to think. I think I’m the only one that comes here..

“I’ll be at your cell same time.” She’d say

I’d just nod to her words. She’s reliable..

That’s a good thing honestly. I appreciate that.

She’d suddenly pop up from her seat and would leave...

Is this what they call ADHD? I’ve got no clue..

Best not to assume..

So, she literally came and went. Makes me wonder what she does in her free time. Is there a gym here?

Matter of fact I haven’t really explored the place to a more knowledgeable degree. Should I make that a priority?

Wait, what are my priorities exactly? I haven’t actually made a list of things to do, I wouldn’t count the notebook honestly, but I should probably sort them out.

So..

Where to start?

Escaping should be first obviously

Making the wand, reading books for stat increases, making some money now that I think about it. Leveling up as well. Finding out a bunch of other little things.

Man..

I’ve got a lot of stuff to do surprisingly. Or is it really that surprising? Maybe just to me.

I’d shake my head and would look back to the page I was reading, but I just couldn’t focus anymore.

I’d mark the page and would close the book and sigh.

Guess I should explore….without my conceptual guide.

I say conceptual because I have no idea if Naoko knows the layout of the place. Did I ever hear how long she’s been here? I can’t remember.

I’d stand from the table and with my book in my hand I’d head back to my cell and leave it there.

Again, no one there, thank you very much.

But as I stepped back into the hallway I’d take a glance the opposite way. I’ve not gone that way. I guess that should be my current destination. I’d look the way I usually go, but like the rest of the hall it just seemed dead.

I’d slowly start heading in this new direction quietly. I’d take a few glances side to side, but didn’t really see people in their cells. Maybe there was some rule against it? But I’ve been doing it a little…

I’m sure there’s a reason for it.

I’ve got a light jiggle to my breasts as I walk now that I notice. I can guess I have the same jiggle for my legs, but even though I’m slim I’m not exactly flexible.

You know this hall is really long, the cells are still going on. Gets me thinking what the actual number of prisoners here is.

But hey, I reached the end, the end of the cells at least which was fine enough. It opened up into a larger hall which had a few branching off paths to other parts of the prison I’m guessing. I didn’t see any guards oddly.

Still no stairs that lead up or down to the other cell blocks. How the hell can you even get there? But if hearing what I heard about those cell blocks in the Ring and if they’re mostly like that one Minotaur then I’d rather not go near them…or have them near me....

I’d move forward, heading to the closest opening where I’d glance inside. On the wall next to the doorway I’d see a sign that would say barracks. I’d step away and would check the other ones.

Warden, Dungeon, Courtyard, Quarry, Field. It’s quite a bit, probably only the most notable places. Oh wait. I guess that makes sense now.

If the other cell blocks are filled with huge brutes then they’d be perfect for mining and the most depraved prisoners would go to the Dungeon which is basically solitary confinement I think. Field though? Combat field? Crop field? I’m guessing the guards get to eat bread or anything close to it.

Bread is a big thing with humans. Considering this Kingdom of Man, bread is basically the model food. Other human territories have more variety you could say.

With nothing else to look at I’d start heading back to my cell. As I walked a few thoughts came to me.

Do fairies get the same rooms normal sized people do? Or do they get smaller rooms? Lots of questions..

I wonder…I wonder what’s up with that Fairy that hid itself between my boobs. I wonder what she’s up to. I’d need to up my detail orientation and general perception to spot them more easily.

How would I do that? I don’t think any spot the difference kind of games exist. I mean maybe they do. What else? I was looking over a map before that gave me a little boost. So, just browsing over maps should do the trick? I mean I can only get ten plus ones per level so I won’t get much out of it.

I’m not even half-way to level two which does not help my situation at all. Maybe I could act like a healer for those fights? But that might put some unwanted attention on me.

The words the Mistress spoke of come back to my head. I know things, a lot of things. Knowing things is good, but knowing things might also be bad. But the risk might be worth it. It’s really a fifty-fifty thing when you think about it.

I won’t know what will work until I try it. Same rule applies to figuring out what won’t work.

I’m..scared of trying honestly. I’m scared of failure since I am a failure...

I’d stop and would sigh. God this was hard…

“How do you carry those around?” a familiar voice would say

I’d open my eyes and would look around only to see no one, but the voice, I heard it. It’s the fairy girl.

Hearing a light whistle I’d look down in front of me. I had to lean forward since my boobs cover a bit of vision surprisingly. Standing on the ground was the Fairy woman, Alyssum.

She had her collar like me albeit smaller and fit for her, but she wasn’t flying. Oh right! That makes sense, flying is technically a racial ability for fairies.

So now she’s just a very small woman….who….has a perfect view of my vagina…

I’d feel my face go red and I’d slowly cover my underside with a hand, that should be enough....

“So, blue eyes.” She begins then starts walking forward, she lightly hops before grunting “Could you throw me up there since I can’t fly?” she’d ask

I really didn’t know how to respond. So I just awkwardly crouched down while having my exposed area covered with a hand. I’d shakily extend my hand to Alyssum who hopped on. I’d remove my other hand and now standing up wasn’t as awkward. I raised her up to eye level.

To my surprise she jumped forward onto the top of my chest and stood there.

“I..uh…um..”

“I’m not planning on hiding between them again, blue eyes.” Alyssum laughs

“Y…Y..Ynn..ess..a..” I’d both shyly and nervously say

Alyssum would stare at me for a second before nodding.

“Ynnessa? Well that’s an elf name alright, glad you aren’t a Changeling, those fucks are natural born swindlers. But I doubt a Changeling could handle your gifts” she'd say glancing down at my boobs

I’d just oddly nod, she wasn’t exactly wrong. Written lore and stuff..I'm...not sure about the other part...

Alyssum would lay down on my chest next, she sighed peacefully.

“Dying between these wouldn’t be bad.” She said “But, right, anyways. Why I’m here. I owe you one, blue eyes. So, anything you want I can help with and I’m throwing you a warning right now. I don’t know if you heard some angry shouting from back down there, but that was me. I was being shouted at.”

I’d just nod.

“Heard…it..”

“And I’m thinking you could tell that they weren’t happy. Let’s just say, Half-Orc couples aren’t the best to play strip poker with. And, let’s just say that I’m not the best at playing fair.”

She calls out swindlers while probably being one herself. I don’t remember anything about Fairies being hypocrites.

“Ignoring that last half-truth-fact-expression let’s say that that couple has good smelling and picked up your scent and are kind of looking for you. In the Undercity I should say. They’re the live in types” she explained

Oh, great, great. Yeah, that’s…that’s not something I wanted to have happen. For fucks sake…

Why is it always me? What am I going to do now? Can I not go back to the Undercity? Do I have to have Naoko stick to me all the time or the other way around?

“Hey, hey! Blue eyes!” Alyssum would call out to me

My eyes would move to her where I’d see her struggling to move on the top of my chest.

“Stop the vibrating I know it’s not the best news, but calm down girl!” she said

Her words weren't calming in the slightest, but I tried to..

Slowly…the vibrating of my body would lessen until it was only light shivering. She’d manage to stand easily.

“Since I feel bad for a pretty face like you, I want to help you deal with them. And by helping you I help myself. Get it?”

I’d just nod. She was right again.

“So, how do you feel about putting on some revealing clothing and possibly getting naked?”