Preface
Strange things always happened to Clara. One moment she's doing laundry and when she takes hold of her blouse, she would find herself in a different world with only whatever was on her and the blouse. Then she would receive a task by the king, god, top dog, whoever ran the place. These task were always nearly impossible and most of the time she would get fatally injured. So far she hasn't died yet. Either a healer, elixir or even just a blessing would save here in the nick of time.
She's been getting use to these occurring by now. But what she hasn't gotten used to is the pain. Not physical pain, but the pain of leaving all her new friends behind. Sure she may be called back to their world again, but time always flowed differently between the worlds. One month in hers could equal a year, even century in theirs. And by the time she returned, if she returned, they could be old or dead by then. She might, instead of being welcomed by her friend who was eight when she left, be greeted by an old women, and at worse times,a headstone. Not only was she cursed to go between worlds, she also had a knack for falling in love with a different person in each one. She always had to leave them, and when she fell again, guilt would always lay heavily on her mind.
The people who lived in a world she already visited, had to learn about her, so when they saw her they new something was coming. They never asked what for they knew she would not tell. She tried that once in a world but it all went crashing down. People got suspicious of everything. She had told them how a friend would betray them. People began to turn on each other and no one trusted anyone not even her. But the hardest cases where when the people didn't believe her. In that case she would have to prove herself, or in other words get herself almost killed fighting for their cause. That or loose the battle and its to late to take her advice and help. Unfortunately that happens often. So it was much easier for her mission to be down in a world she's already been in. But its worse for her heart.
She'd try not to dwell on the fact she'd have to leave, and try to live in the moment. But there was always a voice in the back of her mind that whispered they'll be gone, you'll be gone; nothing lasts forever. So she would do her task, say her goodbyes, and go back home. Eventually they would move on, even if slowly. Her loves would find new loves, never forgetting her, but still building on to their love life. She could have been a dream after enough time. But she never had time to completely heal. Maybe a month after returning she would be sent to another world. And the cycle would continue.
The people who sent her their worlds didn't care about her or her feelings, only there on people. She was a tool. Why use glue when you could use a stapler. It was more reliable, happened faster, and lasted longer. Time was the glue, and she was the stapler. And like a stapler, she needed staples to work. And each time she stapled something, a staple had to be left behind. A piece of her had to be let go to keep their world form falling apart. But unlike a stapler, she couldn't be refilled. But the people who had sent for her were not aware of this, or they didn't care. She was betting on the second one. They say time heals all wounds. Clara guessed this was true. But she never knew. She was never given the time.
AN: Okay, so this will be a collection. I'll try to make Clara into as many worlds as i know of. Each story will begin with this preface. I really like this idea of characters going into different worlds to help them. So why not one person who can go into all of them? That way you don't have to create a new oc each time. I think this will turn out good. I'm keeping my fingers crossed! Please review and tell me what you think!