I was sitting in my bedroom sometime in the wee hours of the morning. Time felt lethargic, the entire household hadn't stirred yet. Somewhere in my thoughts a fleeting "should I get up from this computer and make breakfast" came and went, and in the end I remained at my desk, lazily tapping away at the keyboard.

It was summer. College was just around the corner and I had nothing better to do than sit and write. Kai was offline, so there was no way of having a pleasant repeat of last night's 3am conversations, sadly. I blinked, and squinted at the laptop screen. Ever since I found out I was horrendously nearsighted, I had tried to wear contacts. They're bothersome.

Eventually my mother comes knocking on my door, in that annoying tap-tap-tap hello she used to do every morning when I was in grade school. I'd rather wake myself up, and since I am already sitting at my desk I silently glare at the door, as if she'd see the obvious and quit tapping. She doesn't, though, because failing to actually swing the door open is part of her routine. I let out a gigantic sigh instead, and a grumble, indicating that I am fully awake and intend to be for the rest of the morning. The next few words out of her mouth make me wince, though.

"Take the trash out, help your brother out. Hurry up, the collection is in an hour."

Aw. I have to do chores. This early in the morning.

As if I wasn't already a spoilt brat with a hellauva lot of free time, an additional task is added to my list. No, scratch that. I didn't have a list until this one thing, and I liked it that way. And yes, I'm fully aware I'm a spoilt brat. Sue me, but I'd rather lay in bed all day and watch bird videos, thanks.

Groaning loudly to further express my discomfort whilst accomplishing the small task, I dragged my legs outside to dump the plastic bags in the trash bin. Not like there was anyone to hear my commotion, save for my mother, who ignored my ridiculousness as usual. I gave up on the noise and rubbed the eye bags underneath my eyes, and let out a yawn. Maybe sleeping less than 5 hours isn't going to cut it for me anymore.

I thumped up the stairs to our back porch, and tried the knob to the door. It wouldn't go.

I glared at it, and shook it more. "auuuuughhh..." I muttered. I hate minor inconveniences.

"Muuuum... Door's locked...again…lemme in..." I paused to yawn again. I heard shuffling from behind the door.

"Thank-"

I turned the knob

And the interior of my house, well…

Suddenly wasn't my house in the slightest.

I stood there, mouth open at the lavishly decorated victorian living quarters I stumbled into. Waaait...not my house, not my house, not my house-

"And what do you think you're doing over there!?" Came a voice behind me.

"What? ...uH…" A lady in full clad armor and short red hair marched up to me, sword out. Behind her, was not my backyard. I was standing in a cobblestone alleyway, the sun seemed brighter, and somehow, I started to smell smoke.

"We're placing the residents of this palace under arrest!" The lady continued.

Arrest? Can I not be arrested please!? "UM. I WAS...LOST. YEAH. I DON'T UH, I DON'T LIVE HERE? WHERE UM...AM I?" I gushed.

"Lost? How did you get back here? We've been fighting with the guards for hours, there's no way you can-"

"HEY!" Someone shouted over to my left. Both the lady and I looked just in time to see a black-haired man rush right at us, sword out. It clanged with the redhead's sword, loudly. I tried so, so hard to not bring attention to myself.

"IN THE NAME OF LUCIFENIA, I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU REBELS!" the man yelled. He wore no knight's helmet, but somehow his long hair refrained from distracting his battle. There was a strong drive in his expression I could not comprehend.

Mostly because I was busy getting the fuck out of there.

"Oh shit oh shit who was that-" I was muttering so much to myself, impressed that I'd just witnessed something short of a fight in real life, so I failed to notice the short cloaked kid who suddenly ran in front of me.

"h-HEY-" I yelped, before crashing straight into them.

"AAH!" I heard a high-pitched shout, but quickly got back on my feet. The kid was still down amidst the rubble, though.

Wait...rubble?

I looked up. The buildings around me looked like a medieval times town got bombed. Crumbling buildings everywhere, the stench of burning surrounding my head. I coughed once and shook it out.

"How rude. You didn't help me up!" I heard. My attention snapped back onto the kid. Bright blue eyes stared at me from underneath the tattered brown hood.

"Uh... Sorry. Hey, did you see-" I jerked a thumb back.

Just then, "YOU THERE! WAIT!" I turned around to see the red haired knight running at us, now sporting a large abrasion on her left cheek.

I opened my mouth to respond but the kid I bumped into grabbed my wrist and started running in the opposite direction.

"Hey! Ouch! Wait! Slow down! Stop!" I protested, while they dragged me away and we weaved through this and that alley. Finally, after a few minutes straight of sprinting, the kid stopped, and I was left to lean against a wall and breathe heavily. (Not being athletic sucks.) Screams were heard in the close proximity and I realized this place must be under some sort of attack. "Where-where are we going? Who are you?"

"Who am I?" the kid asked, giving me this incredulous look. "I am the Queen of this city! How do you not recognize me, peasant!?" they lowered the hood, and I stared straight into the eyes of a young girl with short blonde hair.

"T-the...ppfff...queen? Hold up, you're younger than me! You can't be a queen!" I pointed.

"I have MUCH more authority than you will ever have, peasant." she pouted.

"Wha- okay, stop calling me peasant. First off, I have a name, and it's V-"

"Not interested."

"Wha-huh?"

"I don't care to learn your name. You are a peasant...and henceforth my servant." she said, and turned around, just as I heard "Over here! The queen might be over here!" in the area where we just came from.

I didn't have any words for that, still in disbelief over her last statement.

"We need to move. Come on." she grabbed my wrist once again, and dismissed my protests. She kept mumbling to herself as we rounded a few too many corners, taking some care to at least try to get me to hide in the shadows of the stone houses, when we finally ran down an alley with a dead end.

"Hey, stop! We're going way too fast! Slow down, or I'll crash into the wall!"

"That's what we're supposed to do."

"What!?"

"We need to run through the wall!"

"THROUGH!? EXCUSE ME, BUT THIS ISN'T HARRY POTTE-AAAAARGH!"

The wall rippled as we, well, jumped through it. Like she said. The last thing I managed to hear was some people yelling "There! Get them!" and footsteps that soon faded out, and all the lights shut off.

I know convenient portals don't exist in EC, but again, this is a crack-fic. Sorry not sorry. I'm not careless, though, so it'll make sense.