But I failed, stupendously so; I thought I was left blinded, having been robbed of my sight, by having not the slightest bit of visibility. My eyes would not simply adapt; It was true, pure blackness that I was trapped in, not even distinguishing the barest of shapes or shadows around me. I took a breath, and upon exhaling, dust blew out of my lungs and I coughed in reflex. I got up and moved around in slow pace, moving along the walls, trying not to trip and taking caution. I was worried to say a word, or make any sound, thinking I could be neutralized, or killed, if I was being kept a prisoner.
At first, there was complete silence; enough to hear my heartbeat, and there was not either any smell able to be tracked. Still blind, following the walls got my hands to find a doorknob. I considered that trying to escape would be a bad idea, a risky one. But in a crazy act, still cautiously, and still firm, I proceeded to go through the corridor behind the door. I started following the walls again. What was my surprise when after a turn I discovered that I did still possess sight; I saw a welcoming light, one of water: A candle made by mages of the kingdom. As magic persists in this world, so will its flame. I did not grant the object much importance at that moment, but later I would comprehend the frightening truth that it signified.
Finding myself able to see, though still very little, I followed a dark corridor for what appeared to be forever, before I entered the room from which the miraculous light proceeded from. It looked fairly empty. As my eyes started to distinguish more, I noticed the desk the candle was on, a bookshelf, an enchanting altar, and broken various items and decoration. This was a study, most definitely. I was fascinated by my situation, but said feeling fell small compared to my fear. The faintest of moans reached my hearing. A shadow revealed itself in human shape, with a sound of distress, or suffering. I approached in stupor and with reluctance, but quickly hesitated. Back then, still naively believing that I had seen everything in my life, I knew it could be dangerous.
If I had had them, I would have drawn my weapon or shield, in defensive stance. I did not even formally introduce myself; instead, I could only ask:
“Are you alright?”
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