Ok, ok let me look back and try to remember what brought me to this increasingly strange situation.
Ok think I was walking to school and some weird sphere like thing popped up that nobody else around me appears to notice. in retrospect that may have been a very good reason to not touch and continue on my merry way leaving it to just a trick to the eyes but well reasons.
Next thing I know I'm being pulled into this sphere and terrifying sensation of falling and then a discombobulated feeling as I was tottering around and then falling on my ass in what appeared to be a field surrounded by a bunch of people mostly my age in what looked to be some kind of school uniform staring at me intently.
"erm hello." I said trying to right myself.
Standing before me was a small girl with one of the most impossible looking hair colours I have ever seen pink ,really pink must be dyed no has to be dyed. she was talking with some man in his forties in a language I can't seem to identify. Both of them were paying me no mind beside angry gestures directed at me from the little pinkette.
"Hello" I tried again they continued a somewhat heated discussion ignoring me completely.
I felt my temper flare up and my eyebrow twitch. I really hate to be ignored.
"HEY WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON"! I shouted making them and a couple other students jump at my sudden outburst, my incredible irritation very obvious.
They looked over at me my arms were crossed, my foot was tapping and the most intimidating scowl I could muster plastered on my face. The girl spoke again in a language I don't understand.
Perfect.
The balding man next to her said something and the little pinkette turned to say something in response but was cut off short. Her final response was to sigh and walk forward towards me.
She was quite tiny, while I was no more than a little above average in terms of height compared to her I could be considered an intimidating figure. That would be true if she didn't seem to carry herself with a level of smug superiority that said "I'm better than you."
She proceeded to take out a stick of wood hanging at her side tracing a symbol and muttering something I again could not understand.
Her next course of action caught me completely off guard. She leaned in for what could only be a kiss.
I put my hand over her face pushing her gently but firmly away and then backing up a couple paces. In response to this the students let loose a roaring laughter. One of the students a dark skinned girl with red hair (a rather bizarre combination I'm sure) shouted something out that appeared to increase the girls frustration.
She came at me again and again I nimbly dodged her approach. dropping my knapsack that was fortunately still with me to the side seeing as right now my personal effects were of little concern at the moment.
Then suddenly I found myself backed into something big and scaly. Turning around I'm quite shocked to see what could only be called a dragon. I'm not kidding a honest to god damned dragon. The dragon seemed to regard me with a curious expression though I can't really tell the difference between them and for all I knew it was sizing me up for dinner.
I fell over completely stunned at the creature in front of me.
This also seemed to be what gave the frustrated pinkette behind me time to catch up mutter the same lines again lean in and finish what she started.
I'm going to say this once I'm eighteen years old and this was my first actual full on kiss. You see in school I tried to avoid the cliché of the skirt chaser, or the lady-killer and focus on actual school. While I did have multiple friends some of them were girls I never proceeded with any romantic or amorous intentions trying to create an image of reservation and self control over my impulsive urges which for the most part quite successful.
The girl finished her kiss and stepped back glaring at me angrily no doubt for the trouble I caused her. I stood up to drawing myself to my full height regarding he with a curious expression. She said something incomprehensible again.
I opened my mouth to respond but then I felt a burning sensation on the back of my left hand looking at it to see it glowing as symbols began to etch itself deep into my flesh. Let me say this that FUCKING HURT, it felt as if someone was branding me which in retrospect was an apt metaphor. It was over after a couple of seconds the pain receding to a dull throb as I inspected the runes. The symbols in my hand were incomprehensible written in some alphabet that were foreign to me.
The balding man walked up to me and the girl and said something she nodded in response and then he turned to me and said something my response to cock my head to the side an expression of loss in the question he asked.
Acknowledging the language barrier currently present he repeated slowly and pointed at the runes on my hand. Somewhat understanding what he was saying lifted my hand and nodded slightly he then proceeded to take out a small notepad and copied the runes into it. Finished he regarded me with a short nod and the turned and said something to the entirety of the gathered students who then proceeded to disperse.
The girl turned to me and said something which again went completely over my head and departed along with all of her other classmates I guess they were.
Not knowing what else to do I went and picked up my bag and followed the girl.