~ Author Point of View~
It was a dark place indeed, dark, and cold. Aine's fists had become numb from the vigorous pounding she had relentlessly done on the floor to no avail. Her spirit was even more weary than her hands as she tried and tried to let her magic out without any luck.
She was powerless, she was alone, and everything about this felt like her own doing. She blasted her fiercely clutched fists against the black mirrored floor once more, not because it would do anything. No, she had established that the first time she had been in this place and now she had already established that the first twenty or so times. Aine did it because of the pain, the feeling of the impact on her fists. At least that made her feel something else than the desperation of the situation she was now
