Chapter Three of Fairy Tails Resident Werewolf!
I slept for about two hours on the train and unsurprisingly I had a dream. It started out dark, but then there was light in the form of a woman, as if she was a silhouette but out of light instead of darkness. It was freaky but at the same time incredible. The woman made of light was speaking to me but I couldn't make out any words, they sounded far away. Eventually her words became clearer and louder. I could only make out one sentence, though it was enough to make my heart drop. The woman made of light said to me, "Open the door."
"Hey! Wake up you bum!" A voice commanded, waking me from my sleep. I sat up and stared at the man in a police uniform, a odd-looking police uniform…. "You can't just hitch a ride and get away with it punk!"
"Look officer this is a complete misunderstanding, you see I-"
"Punk, you're the one misunderstood. People pay money to ride the train, you can't just hop onto the back and expect there to be no consequences!" The police officer was fuming at this point.
'Okay, this is getting bad… Maybe I could knock him out? No I don't want to seriously hurt the guy, he's just doing his job.' I was about to make a run for it when all of sudden the officer looked really sad.
"Kid… are you… homeless?" The officer asked taking notice of my lack of clothing.
First a nudist now a hobo. I really needed to find better clothes. I sighed and said, "I'm not homeless, just really lost." The officer put his hands to his hips and was quiet for a moment or two before he said.
"Alright listen kid, why don't I take you to the Police Station and you can send a message to a friend or parent to come get you. I won't fine you for hitching a ride." The officer gave me a sincere smile. Thank God for this guy, I couldn't wait to call my mom.
I thanked him repeatedly and we made our way off the train and toward the Police Station.
Immediately I noticed all the weird clothes people were wearing. And by weird, I mean absolutely absurd! There was a lady sporting a witch's hat! A guy with a cloak, people with staffs. No one wore jeans, or hoodies. Nothing modern at all! Sure, some guys had business suits and women had on dresses albeit frilly and colorful. My eyes bulged out of my head in astonishment. Was this some kind of Renaissance Fair or something?
"Hey officer, what year is it?" I jokingly asked.
To which he responded, "784."
"No seriously what year is it?" I asked again nervously.
"Kid, its year 784 July 2nd."
I froze. He wasn't lying, I could hear his heart beat, it was completely steady. I believed him. I mean, heck I've seen people come back from dead, my best friend was possessed by a fox once, and I am in fact a werewolf. It wasn't hard to believe I might of time-traveled. But if it was the year 784, shouldn't it be more primitive? Trains didn't exist in the year 784!
I tried to remain calm. Eventually the policeman and I made it to the Station, but I decided I needed to bust out of here when the policeman told me to write a letter… so I could send a message to my parents via freaking carrier pigeon! I told him I needed to use the restroom and the second I saw my chance I booked it out of the Station. I ran a mile or so before ending up in what I assumed was the shopping district of this town. Walking around I took notice of all the stores, some of them were cool looking others were bizarre or plain looking. After searching for a couple minutes, I found a clothing shop. It was small but crowded. Perfect for someone to walk in and take some clothes and walk out. Normally I wouldn't ever steal from someone, but I couldn't go and try to find help dressed like a hobo. Anyone would think I was some crazy person.
Stepping into the shop I tried my best to look inconspicuous. When the clerk was busy with a customer I grabbed a shirt and a pair of shoes, balled them up in front of me and walked out of the store. I was three feet away from the shop when I heard,
"Hey you! Thief!" I looked back and spotted the clerk glaring angrily at me. He was a short dude but looked incredibly intimidating.
"Sorry!" I yelled and ran at full speed in a random direction away from the store.
I heard faintly, "Get back here!" but I was too far away for the clerk to do anything like call the police or guards for that matter. I ran for another ten seconds before diving into an abandoned alleyway. I put on the shirt and shoes, they were plain enough. The shirt was green and the shoes were brown with black laces. I kind of matched with my dark brown trousers.
I walked a bit more around the shopping district when I saw a peculiar store, there was a sign that said, "All magic spells half off!" I went inside curious. Right away my cheeks flushed red. At the checkout counter, there was a blonde chick posing on the counter.
"Oh, come on, how much is it really worth?" The Blondie said sweetly. Is she doing what I think she's doing?! "Surely you can cut me a deal."
"19,000 jewel then." The old man with the funny hat said. The Blondie for a moment had a sour look on her face but agreed to the price, "Fine! Whatever," and purchased the silver key. She stormed out of the shop angrily, paying no mind to me.
I gave an awkward "Hello" to the clerk and he smiled and said, "Do have a look around young fellow."
"Thanks..." I said.
"Can I interest you in a Colors magic tool?" The old man said holding up a pink box with a glass sphere protruding from the center.
"What does it do?" I asked.
"Why it changes the color of your clothes of course!" He exclaimed excitably.
"No way really?" I said.
"Yes way! Here how about I give you a free try. Come here." The old man said beckoning me towards him. I walked over and looked at the device suspiciously. The old man had a knowing smirk and tapped the glass sphere and immediately my clothes went from a green shirt, brown pants, brown shoes to a red shirt, gray pants and black shoes.
"Whoa!" That thing was really magic! I patted my shirt and pants to make sure this wasn't a clever illusion, but it looked so real. It was real. The old man smiled victoriously.
"So, do you want to buy it?" he asked.
"Uh well, I don't have any money." I said sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head.
"Oh well in that case…."
The door to the shop slammed shut in front of my face. The old man inside shouted through the window, "Don't go walking into a shop asking for free samples knowing full well your broke!" He shook his head disapprovingly and walked away.
I started my walk down the sidewalk in deep thought, 'If magic really exists here… and the year doesn't match up… then where the hell am I!'
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy-Tail or Teen Wolf.