It had been a few weeks since I had travelled anywhere and I had two conflicting feelings about that. The first was relief. The worlds were getting harder and it was weighing on me. Being in those worlds, I had to figure out a certain balance.
At first, I would just tell them what was going on. Then, as time went by, that was risky and I feared what the result would be. Therefore, I had to play many parts and pretend to be someone else. And to top it off, I was always on my own mission. A mission to figure out something and learn something. I thought high school was hard.
The other emotion I was feeling was…something close to anxiety and fear. What would the next world bring? Would I meet Stefan and Damon? Legolas? Jon Snow? Jack Sparrow? Freakin' Ariel? The possibilities were endless. What if there wasn't anymore? Then, what? I knew I wasn't ready to fight, no matter how much I learned.
That night, I went to bed early. As I stared at the ceiling, I started to drift and for a second it felt like I was falling. Instead of shooting up in my bed, I continued to fall. I couldn't feel anything. I didn't feel my sheets under me. I didn't feel my hair whipping in the wind. I barely felt myself breathing. I couldn't see or hear anything either. It was just darkness and silence. Surely, I had died and this was my soul leaving my body. Panic rose up and if I could do anything, I would be screaming and crying. Maybe I was and I just didn't know it. Before my mind could go to a darker place, I landed on something soft.
It was easily the soft thing ever. My body felt like it was floating. My hands curled around the light material and I felt it disappear. It moved like water, but it wasn't wet. I opened my eyes and I saw white. It was bright, but I didn't dare close my eyes.
"Briana Heartland," a voice neither male nor female said.
I looked over and I saw the shape of a person. They were also white and only shadows separated them from everything else. I watched as the white melted away and a human stood there. Again, they appeared neither male nor female.
"Who are you?" I asked. "Are you God?"
"No. I am the Guardian of the Fandoms. The Lilum. I am here to instruct you and guide you."
"Oh. Okay." I scrubbed myself and struggled to contain my emotions.
"I will take you to the Helpers."
"Alright."
I stood up on shaky legs and followed them. I stared as I passed through the huge hall. I felt déjà vu as I walked through. I probably went here when I travelled. There was massive doors that were easily a hundred feet tall. Written in silver was the Fandoms; Supernatural, Teen Wolf, The Hunger Games, Game of Thrones, Disney, The Walking Dead, and many others. Some of the signs where in different languages. At the other end of the hall, was a small door. Above it, the sign read 'The Helper's Archive'.
We walked in and I was taken away.