The weirdest day of my live started terribly normal. As in my everyday routine I heard alarm clock ringing at 7 AM. Because I was never able to leave my bed at the very first time, I got several clock alarms. Needed somehow to arrive in work at 9 and nine always comes too early. All of theories about slow-eating breakfasts has never appeal to me, as I believed mornings are for sleeping not meditations.

Then I heard knocking on my apartment's door. In the very first moment I decided to ignore knocking. Whoever was standing outside, did not stop. "Who the hell is outside?"- I asked myself angrily. I am living in a big city and it is not a custom to visit or even know neighbours. I decided to open my doors and said some nasty words towards jerk waiting outside.

I saw no one. Corridor was empty as it supposed to be in the morning. Oh, no it wasn't really empty. Mysterious parcel lied on a floor near my door. I didn't expect any parcel, so get little nervous. In 21st century we all heard so many about terrorists and biological threats to simply accept gifts from unknown source. Especially carefully packed parcels.

To call a parcel "strange" was not enough. It didn't take a long to see letters "for Erinti" on top of it. I've never ever but anything using my blogspot nickname. "Who send me this? Who know I used to write a blog under this particular nick?". It was weird enough.

I carefully examined a parcel and noticed old-fashioned envelope. It reminds stationery I once saw. Strange words were written with delicate and beautiful handwriting. "Terrorists are no using lettering"- I said to myself. It might be a trap, but quite bizarre trap I admitted. Trying to forget all thriller movies I've ever seen, I decided to checks who send a parcel and why. When saw a letter, I almost fell down on a floor. I had no idea how on earth I managed to remain in my initial position. "No, no, no"- my common sense shouted – "it is only a dream and you should stop drinking coffee".

For the terrible moment I believed I got insane. Insanity was the only possible explanation why I saw a following memo on a parcel:

"Erintii

I've read your stories and found you as most suitable person to help. Just don't say "no". someone must finally put end to this childish games! My beloved husband is sometimes really difficult and I just got no idea what to do next. He and his brother have been rivals since the beginning of time. Made them talk to each other like mature people.

I send them as plush toys in a parcel. Just look after them and be very careful.

Best regards,

Varda Elentari "

You can only imagine how astonished I was. In the very first moment I just refused to believe. It was my real-life, not fanfiction story! The only reasonable solution was to close eyes and wake up. Weird dream make only possible explanation. For a second at least, as parcel started to… move. Yes, you heard right move.

Moving parcel was enough even for a dream. I quickly grabbed it and closed my door. It wasn't the wisest decision, but the only possible at that moment. I opened a parcel and saw... I saw two plush toys. Cute in some way, except for the fact there were kicking each other.

One of them was a blond-haired man in a blue, medieval robe. He had a long sword in his hand, strange add-on for a plush toy. Reminds those very expensive dolls in old-fashioned cloths that costs thousands of bucks. Second one looked perfectly opposite: pale and black haired, was wearing ancient, dark robes. He also had war hammer and started a fight.

'What the hell'- I asked loudly in one more desperate try to understand what is going on.

'Finally you decided to open this bloody parcel you stupid mortal'- shouted dark man

'Hey where is you manners plushie-toy? You are in my apartment so behave! OMG, toys are shouting at me. Great!'

'We are not a toys'- said blond man –' although we looked like them'

'I know who you are'- I answered – 'I saw letter by your spouse. You are just a product of bad sleep and stress. I just had a weird dream and need to wake up'

'We can't wake up from this nightmare'- grumbled dark-haired man-'at least unless I made a peace with this usurper'- he pointed at another man

'Listen to me plushie-toy. I have no idea what is going on, but have no time now. I need to go work. When I back we will try to find a solution and send you back wherever you come from'

'You can't leave us'- stated another man –'don't you read a letter?'

'I've read and don't believe. I need to go to my work and no plush-toy-like-Vala is going to stop me '- I answered

I left my apartment. All the way to my work I tried to convince myself no bizarre parcel arrived on my doorstep. It's literally impossible in modern world. Stress and drug-side effects made the only possible explanation. Chemical agents became part of food and water years ago. It must affect people's brains. Over usage of mobiles may also cause brain damage. Plethora of possible explanations are out there in the Internet. I convinced myself there were no parcel in my apartment. Delusion finished when I went back and.. and saw a disaster.