Remember this? Yeah I have Grammarly now
And I revised it, here it is!

|-This is Story/Writing practice. Let me know what you think!-|
“All things must come to the end of the line, son, even if it costs your life..”
-Flame Woke up in a dark, mysterious room, Not knowing where he was or what the time was. He tried to stand up and speak, but his knee and hips were broken, and he fell hard. His ribs got damaged because of that fall and threw up blood, and Flame wondered why he couldn’t heal his rips or his hip fast as he could, or he couldn’t remember anything from the past hour or so; he looked at his hands and realized something he was in stuck in his wolf form. Even in his wolf form, useably, he could heal faster than usual he trotted up to the door of the room and when on his hind legs and looked out the door. He could see anything, but he could smell. He smelled food, salt, and smoke. He decided that he was in prison that somehow broke his magical abilities and sealed him
|-That’s all I got, for now, thank you for reading!-|