I never thought that I would have been able to reach 1,000 likes, and that this story would be in the top 100 Fantasy stories, and it wouldn't have happened without you guys continuing to come back, reading what I dare put out to the world, and let me know that you like it. Thanks to all of you, and I can only hope you'll all still be here if/when I reach 2,000!

You wake up on the cold hard ground alone, feeling groggy and confused. The last place you remember yourself being is shaky, and you don't have any idea how you got from there to here. You're not entirely sure where here even is. You push yourself off the ground and onto your feet, finding yourself in a darkened space with but a single lit torch, mounted against the wall. As you slowly rise to your feet, you brush some of the dust off, and let your eyes adjust to the darkness, noticing that the clothes you were wearing are completely gone! That's not right, you know that much. Wherever you came from, whatever you were doing, you had some form of clothes on, you're sure of it.

You tepidly reach for the torch and pull it from it’s mounting on the wall. The perfectly circular room is small enough that you can easily see from one side to another, despite the dimness. In the center of the room is a pool of oil. You take the torch to the oil and light it, filling the room with much more illumination. Here, you can more clearly see the confines of the room. Into one side of the room is a gate of sorts, with large metal bars in the way. Curiously, the light from the oil doesn't seem to illuminate far past the bars. What lays on the other side is unknown, but it has to be better than in here. Along the brick walls of this circular room are mounted a seemingly endless menagerie of items. Mostly weapons, but not exclusively. On either side of the barred gateway is a full sized mirror embedded into the walls, allowing you to see yourself completely, nudity and all.