Lev

Lev’s POV

The sound of the metal scrapping against the concrete woke me up. Someone kicked the bowl with my meal inside my dungeon. That means it’s breakfast time. Counting the meals is the only way to make sense of time spent here. They brought me three meals daily, and I got my three rations before I fell asleep last night. So, this fourth meal marks a new day. One in so many days spent here.

But I am not quite sure how long I have been here in total. I know that despite being trapped in the body of a child, I have been living here for a long time. Centuries, millennia, I am not sure. I stopped counting a long time ago. I slowly and stealthily crawled towards the place where I heard the scrapping sound of the bowl stopped, but only when I heard the guard closing the doors of my dungeon. The floor is cold and dusty, grazing my knees and palms as if I were crawling on sandpaper. I finally came to the place where I thought the bowl was. I tapped on the floor carefull