In Negav

Dorri woke from her sleep the same way she had the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that. She lifted her head, and she stared at the single circular wall of her 'room' her long red hair was matted and hung well past her shoulders. The room was had a dull lighting to it, the walls were rather bland and had a metallic sheen to them. Letting out a long breath she looked back down to the large round bed beneath her.

“Maybe today,” she said to herself not sounding very reissued in her own words. Standing up she stretched her arms out and let out a tired yawn. She looked around the room everything was so familiar, at this point it had to be for as long as she had lived there. The small bookshelf that sat in front of contained several dozen novels all of which she had read and reread long ago. She closed her eyes for a moment and the titles of all the novels flashed before her eyes in order.

She dropped back down to the bed and slammed her fist upon a rather large cushion and let out a frustrated scream,“damn it! Damn it! Damn it!” She looked up to the bland domed ceiling, before forcing her hands over her eyes. “Why,” she asked herself. Had what she done been truly so horrible? “No,” she reassured herself, what Dala' had done to her was not only a complete cruel, but humiliating. Dorri had lived in this windowless 'prison' for most of her life. No one came to see her, not that they could as there was no entrance to her bland little cell nor was there an exit for her. She curled up on her bed, and a tear streaked down from her amber eyes. How much longer would she remain like this? She had long ago given up on Dana' tiring of this and releasing her. Her friends and family had either given up on her or not cared enough to save her. This thought prompted a strange mix of fear that she may never be free again and anger toward those she loves.

She got back up wiping the tear from her cheek and started pacing back and forth in the enclosed space. She knew she had to do something or she would end up losing her mind at this point anything to brake up the blandness of the day would serve wonders on for her state of mind.

Forcing herself back to her feet she made her way to the bookshelf. She pulled several volumes of text from their respective spaces and began to reorder them once more. She had reordered the text more times than she could count using more and more unusual methods of organization. While they had once been ordered by author, she had changed this to book title, date published, and once even by the color of the binding. At this point she had ran out of ways to organize them and simply chose to place them randomly across the shelves in front of her.

After nearly half an hour she was finally content with the placement of the books and let out a relived sigh. She stood back admiring the change she had enacted within this prison of hers letting her lips form a small smile. She looked around her room looking to find anything else that she could that could be reoriented knowing that any change, no matter how minor was important in maintaining her sanity. There was very little that she saw that she could move in any way to give a new feel to the place. The largest change would involve moving the circular bed closer to the center of the room, but this in itself would prove quite difficult, the bed lacked legs giving it a very large contact with the ground making. Prying her fingers under the bed she curled her fingers as tightly as she could, lifting the bed up to minimize the contact with the ground. Putting what might she had in her legs, she pulled the bed to the center of the small room and released her grip letting the bed drop to the ground taking in a deep breath.

“Well at least I'm away from those accursed walls,” she thought to herself. More times then once had she rolled over in her sleep only to have some part of her come in contact with one, this prompted her to immediately awaken in pain tears forming in her eyes, only to pull that part of herself back. The walls also had the added affect of draining what little magic she had left in this God forsaken prison. The very nature of the walls drained magic with no added enchantment leaving her room virtually devoid of the magic that normally permeated all things in Felarya. This fact added to her misery further preventing her from even practicing her magic to pass the time away.

Not that time had much meaning here. Without any windows for light to permeate there was no sense of day nor night, the room also lacked any type of time keeping device making it impossible to tell how much time had passed. This simple thing that she had once taken for granted now filled her with anger. Without this simple sense she had no way of determining the length of her imprisonment, her sense of time was further imposed by the increased amount of sleep that she had enacted to pass the majority of her days away.

She took a seat back on the center of her bed her legs crossed, her hands supported her head, and her gaze was directed into the folds of the sheet beneath her. She took in a long breath and held it before letting it out. Now all there was to left to do was sit there and wait for her body to allow itself to become relaxed enough to sleep again.