(most of these are reposts, shortened in length in hopes more people would read it.)

When I awoke, the room was pitch-black; all the lights had been extinguished. I felt the cold sensation of panic start to return, invited by the concept of blindness, but I willed myself to calm down. I waited a few moments and let my eyes adjust to the darkness as much as possible.
I needed to get out of here. I didn’t know where I was, but I was not at home. I needed to get back to my village. I needed to know what happened to Bahaumut. Was he still alive? He had to be. He wasn’t the kind of person who would just die.
Mother. Father. Jesus, what was I going to do without them? I felt sorrow pierce my heart. I couldn’t imagine what life would be like without them. How could I go on without them? It almost felt like I would be cheating them out if I continued with life.
Stop it. You’re going to drive yourself crazy, I told myself. I shook the thoughts from my head. I had to worry about that later. My first priority was getting the hell out of here.
I had no weapons. My mother’s daggers were not with me. They better not have taken them. If I did not get them back, so help me, I will tear this place apart to get them.
Without any weapon, I would have to rely on my magic to escape. This liquid I was in just might be enough to do the trick. I focused on it and tested to see if I could control it. I felt a faint current sweep through it. I was pleased. I could not control whatever they might have put in the water, but the water itself could be harnessed.
The next part was tricky. I concentrated on the current and compressed the water around me. I felt the pressure increase as the water seemed to crush me, causing my ears to pop. I let go and pushed the water against the glass. The force sent webs of cracks across the surface of the glass. In numerous places, water was leaking out of the container.
The ease of the spell came as a surprise to me. Such a spell would usually deplete my mana supply greatly, leaving me weak and tired. But I didn’t feel that way at all. In fact, it felt like a mere drop of my magical energy. I looked deeper into my mana and found an astounding amount present. What was going on? I had never had this much before! What I now possessed had to be more that a hundred times more than usual.
Now wasn’t the time to question that. Answers will come eventually. In the mean time, I had to be thankful for the strange turn of events. I tried again and applied as much mana on the water as possible. I felt my ears pop from the pressure. I release and hit the glass with the water again.
The container shattered and the water spilled out, washing away the shards of glass. I fell to the bottom of the container and cried out in pain as the cables tore out from under my skin. I curled into a ball and tried to push the pain into the back of my head. I was bleeding, and I could smell it. Natural instincts sent flags of danger up in my mind. It added to my fear, and I tried to push it aside.
As I lay there, fighting with pain and fear, I became aware of how lonely the room was. The only sounds were the faint trickle of water and my own heavy breathing. The silence was smothering. Slowly, I sat up and looked at my arms. The area where the cables had been was already starting to bruise. The bleeding was starting to slow, and I knew it would eventually stop on its own.
I was mistaken when I thought that the room had no light. A small window near the ceiling poured a small amount of moonlight into the room. I was certain that if I was going to escape, that would be the quickest way.
There was a table a few feet from where I stood. I leapt forward, grabbed the table edge, and climbed on top of it. I was barefoot, and it would do me no good to walk across the glass.
I walked across the table top towards the window. Through the dim light, I could make out a number of other tables. Devices I had never seen before rested on them. Perhaps they were enchanted tools, but their purpose was still unknown to me. It wasn’t important anyways.
My foot connected with something solid and I stumbled. The table wobbled under me, but did not tip. I looked back at what I had tripped over. It was a box. Its contents had been spilled across the table when I tripped on it. It was my clothes. I ruffled through them and found the dia blades with them. I sighed with relief. I quickly got dressed and strapped the daggers to my waist.
Now for that window. Gingerly, a felt the ground with my foot to be sure there was no glass before stepping down. I ran between two large devices that stood like monoliths and stepped over a big tube running towards the demolished remains of the container. I reached the window, only to find that it was too high for me to reach.
I looked up at the window, the prize just out of reach. Freedom was just beyond reach. I looked around for something to use to stand on. In the darkness, I made out the shape of a stool. I moved towards in and tripped over the same tube I had stepped over just moments ago. I banged my elbow on a table and hissed in pain. I grabbed the stool, ignored the ache, and dragged it over to the window.
I climbed on top of the stool and steadied myself. The window was in reach. I undid the latch and pushed it. It wouldn’t budge.
I feared that it wouldn’t open. I shoved again, putting both my arms into it. It moved out slightly. Its joints grinded against years of dust; it must not have been used often. I kept pushing, and gradually it gave way and opened wide enough for me to fit through. I pulled myself up into the opening and wormed my way out.

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