The darkness swallowed everything.
Everything but thoughts.
Thoughts were always there.
Whispering.
Always whispering.
Once they were just her thoughts. Thoughts of trying to get out of here, out of the dark place. At one time, when she cared to, she tried to figure out where she was. Her hands felt along the walls of her small confinement and figured out her four corners were quite small with stone walls that felt like ice and a metal door which smelt of magic, chilling her fingers when she touched it even more than the walls ever did. At one time, when she cared to, she tried to use her power to illuminate the room to figure out what the place looked like, to get a better idea of how to free herself. But when she did, her brain erupted in a harrowing migraine that had yet to subside
