To see your own thread

"Dungeon Master..." You begin calmly "I do have one particularly nagging question, if you don't mind"

The Dungeon Masters face twitches slightly, realizing you are not normally this cordial, but does not express any other concern "Yes, Dungeoness? What is on your mind?"

"Why can I not see my own threads? Or yours, for that matter?"

The sweltering arena fades, and all around you is black, save for a few miniscule dots of light in the far edges of space "Because you and I are living, well, existing outside of time. We are between the different Planes of Existence. By being plucked out of the machinations of mortals, the threads of fate and time are cut. We are not defined by these forces any longer"

"Do you mean, I'm immortal?" You ask

"In effect, but not in principle" The Dungeon Master states cryptically "So long as you stay between the realms, in the pocket dimension that I have created, you will not age. If you return to the planes, the threads of fate will try to rejoin where it left off, and you will age again."

"If I'm removed from everything else..." You are nervous to ask, worrying about the potential answers "Is that why I can't remember any part of my old life? Even my name?"

"Yes," While he still carried the paternalistic tone he always had, there was an undercurrent of care and possibly even pity "You remember your skills, the instinctual things such as language, but the parts that made you, the old you, are gone."

"Than why do I have some memories still? I can see a brook that I used to play in as a child, my parents faces, the cottage. It's fuzzy, but still there."

"Like when a rope is cut with a dull blade, the cut is rarely clean. What you valued the most stays with you," His derisive manner returned "If you remember little about yourself, you must not have had much value in yourself prior to coming here. I suppose that is self evident though, or you would not have made the choice that you did." There was a slight pause between the two, not a word said until a probing question was asked.

"Do you value yourself now, Dungeoness?"

"Yes, or at least I feel that I do. You seem to have value in me, and with all that you know, it would seem wrong not to trust your wisdom."

"Clever girl" He replies with a slight smile "Flattery will get you nowhere, however. Or everywhere, depending on who you talk to."

"Thank you Dungeon Master. I do have another question, and a small favor, if I may"

"By all means. We have nothing but time."

"Do you remember where you found me?"

The Dungeon Master nodded sagely "Yes, I do, quite clearly. There is little that I forget."

"Can you take me back there?" You ask plaintively.

"I can, but I won't" In a clearly dismissive tone.

"Why not?" You ask, your emotions getting the better of you

"Because, my dear, there is nothing for you to gain from it. You have a new existence here, whatever came before now is gone, and will not help you understand the secrets of the cosmos that now lie at your fingertips." His tone grows increasingly agitated "You were a common girl, bereft of any purpose, value, dignity. I pulled you from the universe and not a single soul had recognized you were gone."

"Than why do it?" You become defiant in response, "Than why do any of this?"

"Because!" He raises his voice and stops himself short, taking a second to calm himself "Because, I saw the potential in you. You were wasted in the cruel lot that fate had dealt to you, and so I saw that if I could place you in another position, a position of your choosing, you could prosper."

"Thank you" You reply with a curtsie "I choose to be here still, with you..." You're unsure why you brought that up, but it seemed to work "I simply ask this...what is there to lose?"

The Dungeon Master grumbles and gesticulates wildly "Bah! Fine!" The familiar realm of the library disappears once again, and moves to an urban city at night. Street lamps provide the dimmest of light through the thick fog. The cobblestone streets are slick with dew. The Dungeon Master moves in a hurried fashion, and you stay behind as best you can. As you walk, he begins to lecture "I will assume that the words paradox or cascade failure mean nothing to you, so I will make this simple. There are two of you at the same place and time. This is very dangerous. Do not interact with the other you, no matter what. Don't even let her see you."

"What happens if I do?"

"You can create a tear in the fabric of reality." Cryptic, he explains no further as he adjusts his dark cloak. You try to press further "I don't know what even means either."

"Than I will break this down so simply that even you can understand. Trust your Master, and obey his orders." He stops at a street corner, and points down a dark alley.

"You'll find the answers you seek, but don't expect to enjoy what you see. I will wait here." His arms crossed, he waits patiently as you cross the street, and begin to enter the alley. The rank smell hits you first, the smell of decay, despair, and disregard. Memories begin to slowly fill your senses; this alley was as close to home as you had. The sound came next, the familiar rhythm of flesh smacking against flesh; sex in the dead of night, in the open of a dead end street. Lastly came the visual, putting your eyes on your own disgraceful sight. You feel a knot in your stomach growing into an urge to vomit. You dangle over wooden crates, your battered pussy and ass exposed on one sight and your mouth derelict and open on the other. Dirt covers all inches of your body, nearly all of it exposed to the cold environment. Countless amounts of dried cum rest on your face and back. A muddy rank stranger plows his dick in your ass without mercy or affection. You still don't read, but you understand the sign that hangs over you; a list of services and costs. You were the most low of the street urchin whores; nothing more than receptacle for sperm. Contrary to the Dungeon Master's warning, you do make eye contact with your former self, but there is so little left in the glassy eyes of the other you, you would almost think you had died there.

You wish to change the life that you had up to this point, but think better on it. You are not the person you see before you, not anymore. The problem has already been remedied, you need not do anything else here. You turn about to return to the Dungeon Master, who stares at you with unflinching expression.

"Are you better for having seen this?"

"Yes, Dungeon Master. My curiosity is sated, for now, and I feel that I do understand the nature of the world a little better."

"Good. Now, let us return home. There is always more to learn..."