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I wish I could be anywhere but here. History is my most hated subject. It’s so boring. I look around everyone looks so focused, or at least enjoying themselves passing notes.

While I looked down at what should have been my notes is doodles of mystical creatures. Now history of mystical creatures would be cool. I was just colouring the medieval gown of one of the creatures in blue when I felt something whack into my head. I turned around and people were laughing, and pointing to the front. I turned around. The teacher looked sternly me, “Niki, since you’re paying so much attention maybe you’d like to answer my question.”

I looked to the board to embarrassed and out of it to deny I approached the front. I looked at the words on the blackboard, unable to work out what the question. It was like it was written in a foreign language.

I grabbed the chalk from the teacher and started to write shakingly. I had no idea what I was writing. I kept wishing I was anyway but here. I touched the chalk to the board again and felt electricity run through the veins in my arms, my vision of my surroundings started to change. The classroom started to spin and disappear and slowly be replaced with darkness around me. Several screens started to appear in front of me.

People of many backgrounds and ages, colours and culture groups. Some from different ages and spaces. One caught my eye. It was a screen showing a forrest, with people that looked mystical, they had pity ears. It was elves. I’d always loved and envied elves and their beauty.

They each wore different clothing, unique to them, but the same type of style, a very casual medieval. It wasn’t like how I imagined the mystical world to look like it was similar to mine but very different at the same time.

Their clothing seemed to shine, it reflected like a rainbow, shimmering in the moonlight. Each of them had their hair braided away from their face, showing the beauty of their facial features, their noses slim and long, their lips so smooth and shiny. Their eyes would twinkle, as if to invite you into their soul.

I was so drawn, I could almost taste the forrest on my lips. Almost as if they screen sensed this and had a mind of its own the little screen become bigger and became to scratch all around me becoming a 3D landscape.

I could feel the wind blowing in my hair, my ears tingled as they were exposured to the cold moonlight air, except their was more they felt different I could hear more intensely. I could hear the confused whispers around me.

“It’s a human, what is she doing here?”

I looked down at my jeans and my shirt that literally had trouble printed on it. Thinking I don’t belong here. I tried to go back to my world but I couldn’t I was trapped.

I fall to the ground in tears. Thinking I will never belong anywhere. Just as I thought this I heard a voice in the distance call me.

“Niki?”

The voice wasn’t familiar, I couldn’t tell where it was coming from. I looked up to see the elves part to a beautiful man with a long braided bread, wearing a beautiful emerald green medieval grown, who was so bald that you could almost see the reflection of the moon on it.

“Hello?” I responded, hesitantly. “I want to go home”

“Niki, honey, you are home!” He approached me. Startled I moved back. He still continued reached out to comfort me despite this. However, instead of feeling fear when he touched me, I felt relief like I’d felt the touch before.

I felt a flashback. I was small, I had ears like the others. I was dancing and playing. I looked up to realise I was holding the head of the same man. “Daddy!!” I said “Can we ride the river again!”

Confused. I got up wiped of my jeans and got up. “Dad?” “I don’t understand”

“It’s okay, in time you will understand.”

“Welcome home my princess.”

He placed a beautiful tiara on my head with a pearl in the centre. My clothes started to change into a beautiful royal blue, medieval grown, my shoes replaced with the most elegant silver wedges.

I was stunned, but I finally felt like I was at home and was ready for a new adventure whatever that be.