Isolated and half sick and weak I awaken this day fully aware I asked for this, this seclusion and distance from the rest of the world , no responsibilities. Yet somehow I did not factor in food , water and communication when I wished. My magical powers had seemed to have weakened the past months and all I was able to do was build myself a bow and kill the birds coming to this island for nourishment, no leaves on the trees indicated I was in the old lands and surrounded by water on an island....not that it was a horrible place but to be in a right state of mind would have made this stay more enjoyable. Perhaps now I can manage to get over this nausea and regain my strength and my magic powers and find my way outta here. Searching the small cottage for my rune book for my escape from here , I am not finding it, *as I start to remember* .....then I remember that little Tart, took my book when she brought me here !!!