There was only one thing that I knew about how this was going to play out: the first scene. The first scene was something that I had played out in my head multiple times, over and over, until it was almost like breathing for me. The main character would be knocked out or would pass out, and then would wake up, not knowing where she was, with no visible point of escape. The only advantage I had was knowing what was going to happen in advance, and knowing all of the shortcuts, such as how to get out of the rooms I had created, and the characters that would come later on, and the general idea of the plot. In the story I had mapped out in my head, the main character is kidnapped by her jealous older brother. She and her brother, as well as her brothers' friends, are all mages. The way it all worked was with every child born into their family, the more power the child would have when they reached fourteen. The main character, which I had now become, had just turned fourteen, thus receiving her full powers. Her brother was one of the first children born into her family and was very weak compared to his younger sibling. So he devised a plan to kidnap her, then, with the help of his friends, transfer most of her power into himself. He would leave her alive and give her power a chance to recharge, so he could repeat the process over again, therefore making himself one of the most powerful in the family. There was only one other person that would eventually become more powerful than him and that was his youngest brother. But he would deal with him when the time came. I had never figured out an ending to the story, mostly because a good part of it couldn't be acted out.

So I guess my decisions here will predict the future of the story, I though. Hey! Look on the bright side! If you survive this and everything returns to normal, you can finally finish the story.

Yeah. That was encouraging. I hated all the 'if' factors in this. If I do this. If I do that. My whole future, life or death, depended on one big if. But there was nothing I could do to change that. What was done was done, and there was nothing I could do about it, for the time being. I just had to go with whatever was thrown at me from my own imagination. But that's what I was worried about. There are some dark sides to my imagination. Not everything in there was happy endings. Some of them were dark and sinister. And to get out of this one alive, I was going to have to outsmart my own mind.