“NO! PLEASE!” I screamed while I held out my arms in front of me. “Please oh GOD in heaven!” The seemingly bright white that encompassed me in that room still wouldn’t leave me alone, like someone shining a light in my face. I was sure I was dead or trapped in some kind of hellish torture until I heard movement and voices slowly fade in.

  “Τι δι?ολο ε?ναι αυτ?? ο Σινταρ?ν?” I heard a female voice ask in fear.

  “Π?? στο δι?ολο ε?μαι υποτ?θεται ?τι πρ?πει να ξ?ρω?!” A male voice responded in… I can't remember. That was the last thing I remembered before wading away into the abyss.

  I awoke to heavy hands above me crashing down on my stomach. “Ugh Ooh” I opened up my eyes. I should have kept them closed, hovering over me were glowing purple eyes. I immediately tried to claw my way away from the horrid sight, but I couldn’t. I strained more, but it was as if my body refused to move. So I tried to make at least an effort before I died. I was held down by restraints that started to burrow into my skin the more I moved.

  “Stop!” I muffled through my broken dry lips. Something was gagged in my mouth preventing me from speaking. The glowing eyes blinked, backed away, and started moving out of my vision. I couldn’t move my head so I listened as best I could to the footsteps moving away from me. The footsteps became a little more distant until I heard a large parchment. It was then I heard more voices outside and maybe laughing. Was I in a tent? ‘Shit, where the hell am I?’ I thought.

  I tried to get a look around me, but due to whatever was holding me down I couldn’t pivot my head. Darkness, it was the only thing I could see. There had to be something… I continued to try to pick pixels of my vision and convince myself that I could see something. That was when I heard the footsteps come back towards me, but I heard more feet as well.

  The parchment was moved again or placed back. The footsteps came to a stop beside me, but whatever it was placed itself out of my peripheral vision. I heard a bit of squishing with some kind of stone scraping to the bottom right of me. Before I saw those dreaded eyes flash at me again I decided to break the unnerving silence. “Look whatever you are going to do, just do it! I can’t stand it anymore!” I heard some shuffling

  “What? Sindarin, shouldn't we be able to speak, nor speak our language as well?” Before I was about to make the correlation that it was the female voice I heard before I fell unconscious, until a response from another voice sounded familiar as well.

  “Lucindus, we stole a tome from a forbidden ruin and summoned a spirit from another world, and you are questioning how it can talk. Likewise, speak our language?” the male voice to the right of me said with a little bit of concern. What say you, spirit? Will you make a contract with me?” He walked into a vision by where he was speaking, but it was too dark to see him or anything.

  “Contract? Look if I am in another pocket dimension like how Larry died then can you just kill me and get it over with?” I didn’t want them to kill me, but I remembered my cellmate, Larry. He was killed by some creepy old man, we were just eating lunch one day and IT just phased through the wall and grabbed Larry and pulled him into some kind of mold portal. We were all put on lockdown and for weeks I heard his screams echo in places that shouldn’t be possible.

  “Pocket dimension, what the hell is that? Is it one of the magical items to make storage more expensive? He phrased it like I was going to answer him. “Tch, can you at least speak when spoken-” I cut him off with a simple statement.

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  “Can I please see around me? Look I get it you eggheads, you want to watch me squirm so you can jot down any sadistic shit in your tiny notebooks. Though, at least let me have some dignity before whatever anomalous stuff happens to me.” I thought they wouldn’t even give a thought to it, but I felt someone lather something in my eyes. It was sticky and it smelled horrible. After a few seconds of the rub, I felt my eyes tingle and the feeling soon vanished. A light finally revealed itself to me ever since that accursed white room.

  I opened them to see a person over me looking at me sternly. It was a woman maybe around her middle twenties, with some kind of leather outfit with a silver-looking bow on her back peeking out from her blonde hair. Though I would find this unsettling, the only thing that threw me off was the long ears poking out from the ruffle of her hair.

  “Uhm, what the hell happened to your ears?” I asked inquisitively. I think that would be a very valid question since it looks like a skin knife sticking out of their head.

  “Spirit, we are known as elves. As you know, spirits are summoned by great heroes who go on quests with them until the heroes perish or release you back to where you came from.” The guy said, while making it sound so grand and honored that I should be hearing his words. A few moments pass as I try to process if these people are crazy or I am insane.

  While I was pondering my sanity I took a few glances around me. I was in a tent as per the wind rustling the parchment over my head there was some kind of light hanging from the ceiling as I saw it hanging in my right peripheral vision. However, instead of the fluorescent lights that usually hang around the facility, this one was moving a little erratically. It was then I saw the male elf lean a little closer to me.

  “So will you join us on our quest to become-”, he leaned his face inward toward me exposing his face in the torchlight. His characteristics were more smooth and fine. It was as if this man never went into the sunlight or had any kind of wrinkles. It dawned on me that these people were not scientists, but if they are not scientists… What are they? I mean come on, elves?! The kind where people gather around the table and play make-believe.

  “Luci, he doesn’t have any magical essence in him, not only that he is a human as well.” Sindarin began to place his hand on my torso and a strange tingling began to travel around my skin where he made contact. It was like a numbing cream being rubbed right in that area. Then as soon as it happened it was gone and I came back to my senses.

  “What are you saying, Sindarin?” The female elf looked toward the male elf with contempt. “He is a bust. So much for that fucking book we found in the ruins.” The male elf threw his hands up toward the supposed sky and walked out of the tent in a pissant mood. The female elf turned her gaze towards me, “If you are not a spirit, what are you, and where are you from?”

  “Ma’am, I’m strapped to a table feeling naked in the process and from where I am, I have no intention of returning to that damned place.” I said with a little bit of cockiness, since I now know that they are not the eggheads in white I can only assume that I am in a pocket dimension or even worse ...hell.

  She turned to look towards the tent flaps as Sindarin walked in. I assumed by the sound of him muttering and more curiously I heard more feet enter the tent and they were heavy ones as well. “If he is not the spirit I asked for then he can be useful with the others.” In my vision I can see him walk over to Luci and motion her to me.

  “Wait, what are you going to use me for?” I questioned as she started turning something metallic near my hands above my head and the shackles at my feet. She whispered in my ear subtly while I was getting up, “Follow along and maybe you will get to see another day.” My expression stilled as I sat up and the tent opened up to me as I saw Luci behind me, Sindarin in front, and two other men in what seemed to be medieval armor.

  I slowly raised up my hands and slowly got up. “Okay, now I have a lot of questions now…” Before I even got to ask them anything, Luci shoved me and I fell face first in front of the other men and I swore they snickered as the two men pulled me up to my feet and led me out the flaps of the tent. What I saw as I walked out made me want to stop and look forever up. I never saw the milky way in its purest form, but all the constellations I saw above me made me want to curse my previous sky I loved as a child. The amount of color stupefied me until I was pushed forward as I did another face first dive into a cage and fell into the mud.

  As I tried to look up, the puddle and mud I landed in showed my reflection and what horrified me was not that I was thrown in a whirlwind of macockent fuckery, or even when I woke back up and I was strapped to a table while elves debated I was a great spirit of some kind. It was me looking back at myself but he was grinning from ear to ear with those purple eyes. As I tried to move I suddenly felt tired and closed my eyes, not before I heard…

  “I broke containment.”