“A wizard.” You say, “I must be a wizard…” you answer in disbelief as you gaze at your own reflection. You see face aged with arcane knowledge staring back at you.

“A wizard?” the bucket replies smugly, “You must be all powerful then! How could you end up here? Do you know why you have been imprisoned? What is your crime? Please tell me.”

“I don’t know.” you reply.

“Well… what is your name?”

“I don’t know my name.”

“You don’t even know your own name?”

“No.”

“Strange.” the bucket smirks, “Well, do you know any spells? Do you know of anything that can help get you out of this mess?”

You search your memory for a trace of who you are, but everything is foggy.

“No.” You reply, “I’m afraid I can’t remember much.”

“A wizard that can’t remember their own name? Ha! You are no wizard, you are fool!”

“Maybe.” You say calmly, as you rub the lump on the back of your head.

“Well fool, I hold a secret. A secret that I am willing to share with you… Do you wish to escape this prison?” the bucket asks.

Uncertain what to say, you gawk at the bucket, realizing that your sanity may be gone.

“It is simple,” the bucket now whispers, "if you want to escape, you must reach into my head and remove what has been destined to be yours. Of course, it is your choice to do as you wish…”

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