How The Tables Turn (Part 3)

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Woop- I woke up a 2:00 am today. I...do not know why. Went back to sleep tho

Romulus wake up slowly. He yawned but froze mid-yawn. Thorns encircled him in a kind of round cage. His breath steamed the cold air. 

"The Subconscious." He said to himself, and he crouched closer to the cold stone tiles. 

"Usually a side is here if they need to reset? Did I reset?" He asked himself, frowning slightly. 

The thorns seemed to block out the light and Romulus prayed it wouldn't close in on him. 

He conjured (He found he was able to conjure like his brother) a pocket knife. He started sawing at the thorns.

He made a small hole and peeked out of it. Thank goodness there was some light to be seen now. He saw a Dragon Witch blowing fire to anything nearby.

He accidentally pricked himself on a thorn. 

Sedative thorns?

He guessed so. But there was nobody here to judge him so he curled back into a ball and drifted off to sleep.

'Tis all. In homeroom so yea.

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