Magic doesn't exists.
Or does it?
It happened out of nowhere.
I've seen those movies and read those stories of characters stumbling into deep dark holes, hiding in wardrobes, exploring old ruins or fallen into magic wells. Hell, even just some sparkly dust, and then suddenly, the character was in a different world. There seemed to have always been a reason for the main character to stumble into the unknown, and they make friends along the way and go on some adventure. Fight the main boss and win the story, get the guy...girl?...
That didn't happen to me. I didn't dive into a magic book or walk through a mirror. There was no fairy dust nor birthday candles to blow my wish into them. I was just outside, strolling along the streets of New York, arm looped around my fiancee's. We had just finished a casual lunch date and made our way through NE 71st towards Central Park. The early summer day was warm, with sunlight bouncing off glass skyscrapers through the narrow street. Buildings so high and mighty over our heads like guardian giants. Pigeons cooed along the sidewalks, and taxis rolled on by along the pavement. I was wearing my favorite plain white t-shirt, skinny faded jeans and white sneakers. My hair was down and loose, a natural long curtain of white silver. My fiancee, Isaac, stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and smiled at me, his fingers twirled in it. A gentle breeze grew stronger through the street as I smiled back at him but I noticed his slowly changed, first to puzzlement, and then a look of horror, gazing over my shoulder. The wind suddenly became aggressive like a cyclone in the middle of the street. Papers and litter scattered off the ground into the air. Seagulls and pigeons were blown away, and bystanders held down their hats and handbags with grunts. I was about to ask what he was starring at, my mouth ready to open, but then I was suddenly falling. There was no hole nor crevice before, but suddenly one must have appeared beneath me because Isaac grew taller and taller. He grabbed for my hand and gripped my wrist while my feet dangled into the air. I looked behind my shoulder to see a faded green light inside a dark vortex with wind sucking me in, until all I could see was the edge of concrete, Isaac, and the blue sky growing grey.
"Don't let go, please!" I cried, hair in my eyes while my purse fluttered away. Wisps of emerald green energy, like translucent large vines, slithered out from the vortex, and coiled their gentle arms around mine. I was so terrified; my heart pounding so fast, anxiety swelled up into my chest and put me into a dizzy state. My hands grew numb, unable to feel much of my beloved's hold. The wind was tossing me around so fast, it burned my eyes till they began to tear up. The glowing green swirls of energy blossomed into a wild bouquet all around me and took a firm grip, my arms, legs, waist, neck, everything till only my head and hands were free. And then I was pulled with such a strong force, nothing could have kept me ahold of his hand. There was no sound that escaped my lips, only a sharp whisper as I whispered his name one last time before I could no longer feel his hand.
Issac.
My world vanished, and I was surrounded by a mysterious emerald light.
I thought I was being pulled through a tunnel of green light with tremendous force, as though I was going at such great speed, my screams could barely keep up with me. My arms and legs kicked wildly, my hair passed my eyes as the pull continued, to a place, a dream or a nightmare, I wasn't sure.
I thought that perhaps I was drugged and passed out, hallucinating the effects of a warm emerald ocean tunneling me through its dark green depths. When I could barely open an eye to the strong speed, all I could note was the green and a light embracing me. I was warm, maybe carried tightly in the arms of some mother or feminine deity whom kept her children close and safe, even though the transition was quite uncomfortable.
Where was I being taken?
I couldn't think, too scared that this phenomenon wouldn't end, and world after world was passing me or perhaps I was speeding through time. Behind my eyelids, I noticed a light coming forth, forcing me to slightly squint a little to get a glimpse of it before I discovered that I was suddenly falling.
My warm tunnel had ended; it left me to drop slowly into a place I did not know, with smells I couldn't recognize except that they were unpleasant, and a sky so black, I whooshed through thick smog with disgust.
It was then that my screams caught up with me and I cried loudly as I went down, further into the dark world below with only a green light to guide me, like a search light that was able to point me to the right direction.
Whatever strange experience I endured, I was heading close to home, away from the sky and falling with the unknown light.
I was going back to earth.
Or so I thought.
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