Fennen dreamt for the first time in what seemed like years. He dreamt of family, of his friends, even of his shitty job that he hated. He dreamt of the girl he liked, of the games he played, everything he missed, and he dreamt of it leaving him.

Fennen awoke in a cold sweat, he was in what seemed to be an old prison cell, chained to the wall. He couldn't explain why but the walls looked... Alive. Once again in an unfamiliar place he panicked. He tried to yell for help, and this time could.

As Fennen would learn soon, no help would be found from within these walls. This was an unfamiliar world to him, and the people that had captured him had no plans to release him anytime soon.

One of the robed men walked in, yelling at Fennen to shut up. Fennen quieted down, to the man's delight, and questioned him as to why he was in this cell only to get an answer horrific to Fennen.

You are a source of knowledge, one we will exploit, from another world. We knew about your world, but what it contains we do not. We will become the most powerful with your help, whether you like it or not.

Fennen shivered, hoping this was not real. He had just been freed from that hell, and now his freedom is restricted again? He was angry, at the man, at his friends, at this world. This event would change Fennen. Now Fennen wanted to get as much information as possible.

As a studious person Fennen was pretty good at extracting information. He probed the man for as much info as possible before the robed man left for his "rites'

He made a mental note on the knowledge he was able to obtain.

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-He was in the country of Abren, a scholarly kingdom that pursued information on magic and all natural phenomena.

-As long as he played his cards right he should be able to get freedoms within this organization, they wanted knowledge and he could give it to them.

He sat down and pondered for a bit, perhaps the situation isn't as bad as he had once thought. I might be able to get along with this organization by being as helpful as possible, and sharing my knowledge.

Fennen sat around, meditating on his thoughts in the cell for about two hours, when he was interrupted by the leader walking into the room. The leader started making hand gestures, and Fennen felt nauseous.

Tell me everything you know the leader proclaimed.

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Fennen awoke once more, with no memory of anything that happened after the leader told him that. He was no longer in the cell, and pools of blood and corpses littered the floor. All the robed men as well as some armored men lie dead on the floor

Fennen was horrified, the smell of rotten corpses almost made him sick, and he quickly left the room. He was now in what seemed to be a bar, however it was abandoned. Thick gashes as well as charred spots littered the walls, the place looking like a warzone.

An item caught his eye. It was a small orb, the size of a marble, but so bright he thought it could outshine the sun. Fennen being cautious examined it without touching it, and eventually elected to pick it up.

It felt warm to the touch, however it felt nice. It was comforting like the hearth of a cabin after a long day of cold weather. It sunk into his hand, literally into his hand. He panicked but there was nothing he could do now. He closed his eyes and waited for something bad to happen, he was used to it, but nothing did.

He looked down at his hand, an emblem had grown on it, and Fennen thought it looked pretty cool. It glowed a little bit before fading away as his hand went back to normal. He felt a little disappointed he couldn't have the cool emblem, but happy that something bad hadn't happened.

A patrolling guard passed by looking for any leftover cultists, and he walked over to Fennen. He questioned Fennen about what he was doing here, and Fennen told a story that was mostly true, hiding the facts that had got him captured once before.

I was captured by the cultists, they experimented on me, he proclaimed. He told the guard that he had no memory of his family or anything that happened before, or even how long he had been there. He explained that all he knew was that this was the kingdom of Abren, as the cultists had told him that. The guard helped him out a little bit, and gave him some info.

The cultists had lied to him, Abren wasn't even a place. They were in braked, which was actually a scholarly kingdom pursuing knowledge on magic. He was also told to pray to the god of knowledge to open his eye, and so he tried.

Something which reminded him strangely of a status screen in a game, appeared inside his head.