If you would have told me several years ago my destiny would be changing so much as it did now, I would not believe you.

Would you have told me several years ago that I would fall through time, I probably would have laughed in your face until I had tears in my eyes.

You see, the human mind will always find a declaration for something that's not logical. And to today, I don't know why it was me who went back in time.

But what I do know, is that fate did bring me to where I needed to belong. To make the world a brighter place when needed and in a way to make myself brighter like a star, and save the wasted potential that was myself.

My name is Ellison and I am 25 years. I am a singer, and a while ago, I was sent into time, to a place I never would have thought of.

I was a struggling singer in London, having finished my studies, I tried my chance to get into the music industry, but the thing was, even if my voice and my music was good, so were many other, and I was but one in a dozen.

It was a thing of luck really.

I had grown up with my mother, a rich upper-class girl who made the mistake to fall for my father. Maybe it was the fact that they were so different that made them go together, but the thing is, there relationship did not last long.

They were together for a year when my mom got pregnant. I was born and for another two or three years they struggled, trying to hold on to the love that had burned out already long ago.

Eventually, mom went back to her upper-class world, and I, a little girl of 3, was left to live with my father. He was alone until I was 9 and then he fell in love with a woman named Anne.

She was kind, much like the mother I never had, since my own mom only came to visit me once in a while.

For 2 years they were together and we formed a happy family, but when I was 11, my father, who had already been much older than my mother when they met, fell sick.

His health had over the last months deteriorated, due to a malevolent cells in his stomach. He had been good up to that point, but as the months progressed, he seemed able to do less, what didn't really click well in my 11-year old mind.

His immunity has diminished after treatment for the illness in his stomach. Should anything else come on top of the cancer that had at the moment been slowed down, he would not survive, nor live long.

And then he got a bout of large pneumonia. He spent long in the hospital, but the doctors were clear. As they had said, the chance he would survive was small. Yet my dad did not want to spent his borrowed days on pain or in the hospital.

He came back home, and for a while he improved. We were hopeful, I was hopeful. Even tohugh we knew his time was borrowed.

A few months, as expected in away, he passed. The last months we had returned to being the family we had been before. Happy. I still hold on to that as such a happy time when I think of when he passed.

His last moments were good, he was happy. But with him gone, my world seemed a little darker and sadder.

It was a very sad day in the Williams household that day. I had it so hard to understand that my sweet dad, who had been my world, who had always encouraged my gift for song and music, was gone.

If that was not enough, another tragedy made it's way into my already grief-stricken life. Barely weeks after my father passed, grief still fresh, my mother came to pick me up.

I had always assumed I would be staying with Anne, who had raised me, but my mom now apparently remembered she had a daughter, and wanted me back.

Anne tried, she really did, but the judge did not want to grant her custody since she and my dad were not married.

And so, still, still mourning my father, I was to go with my mother. I never saw Anne after that again.

As the years passed, I mourned my dad and my grief lessened over him and the loss over the woman who had raised me.

It took me years to forgive my mother for that.

My real mom gave my everything, good schools, good housing, lessons to continue my music and song but she was never really there.

She had never been a warm woman, and so my surrogate family became the people working for my mother. The cook, the cleaners, the babysitters.

I look back to them with fondness even now.

When I was 16, she remarried and left me to my own devises in her big house. By then I had long since learned how to grow up and could do well on my own.

I finished school, found friends and sometimes a boyfriend. I had no fix place, often travelling round London and the area to go to gigs, just to earn my much wanted fame and music, but I never broke through.

And then one day in spring of the year 2019, I fell through time. I had been staying with friends, when I made my way through the countryside just outside London.

I had my guitar on my back, my things with me and then must have slipped. I remember loosing my balance, my hands flapping out to catch my balance and then I fell, the ground coming towards me.

And it was not a hard fall, just one enough to scrape your knees, but I never felt any impact on my knees and hands.

Was it the strange air that day? How the moon was in the same eerie looking sky as the sun? The way the wind moved and made the grass and the nature seem to glow? The way the clouds chased hurriedly along the sky, as if they didn't want to witness what was happening?

I still don't quite know. All I remember is falling and not hitting the rocky path beneath me, but seemingly continuing to fall, as if I was in a tunnel and everything was roaring around me, and there were spirals of air and colours but nothing vast. And I turned and turned until I closed my eyes for the strange sound of wind seemingly howling and the world and everything roaring and curling and turning until finally I fell unconscious.

When I woke, i was disoriented, lying face down onto muddy ground, the roar of machines and city life around me. I blinked, trying to get my bearings and then I realised I was in a lane with houses.

Of course I believed it was a dream at first, how could i not? But even I had to eventually admit it was my new reality.

It did not take me long to figure out what had happened. I had heard legends of things like this being possible. Stories and fairy tales of this happening.

I just didn't think it would ever happen to me.

Stunning, anger, bitterness, incredulousness, all filled me until eventually I realized I had to accept my fate. The food I had packed had lasted me but for a few days and people stayed clear of me due to my strange clothing. But then chance smiled down upon me, in this strange strange world.

My name is Ellison, and I am a 25 year old pub singer in 1920s Birmingham.