Sometime around 10 o'clock, the anti-magic field shut off around my room shut off. It was replaced by a force field, instead. Thank goodness, I thought to myself, I'm freaking exhausted. I stood up and stretched, counting down in my head.
3…2…1…
A small bed appeared at the corner of the room along with a platter of food on the table. I stared at it for a moment, trying to grasp the situation. Many a time have I seen this meal be a man's last. Men who are ten times more powerful than me. Men with Arcane energies literally flowing through their veins.
But the ending always stayed the same. They all died.
Is it my turn already?
I walked to the bed and lied down, ignoring the food. As it turns out, the thought of dying really takes the edge off your appetite.
As I lied there in the small bed, I began to come to terms with my Death
Sentence, I mean, sure, I didn't do anything wrong, but I suppose life can't be fair all the time.
Well, as it turns out, I'm also crap at lying to myself.
I began to feel sleep pulling at my eye lids, so I let them droop down. As they slowly closed, I felt a sudden pang of regret. Before now, I never thought to help anyone in this room. I guess now I'm paying.
Karma's a bitch.
With that lovely thought drifting through my head, I finally fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.