Shout out to my boyfriend for helping me with this chapter!
Jordan Maron had woken up in an alley with no idea where the hell he was.
He had a splitting headache, and for a second he wondered if someone had drugged him and put him in an alley during VidCon yesterday, but dismissed the idea when he stood up and felt a lot shorter than usual.
And that's saying a lot, because he was usually pretty short.
And that's not what she said.
Jordan sighed when he turned to look at his reflection in a back alley window. He looked like a ten year old.
He always figured this would happen to him someday. Heck, everything happened to him. He had learned to expect the unexpected.
Let's not forget to mention the time he was mobbed by rabid fangirls, kidnapped and forced into diapers.
He still regrets accepting the clearly drugged apple.
That event was way worse than waking up in his ten year old body in.. London?
He stared at the street he had just walked onto. He recognized it from a previous VidCon hosted near London. Him, Nick and a few of their friends had tagged along to see the sights.
While they hadn't seen an awful lot, the traditional fish 'n chips they got in a nearby café had been good. Maybe he should get some more.
First though, he had to check something.
He approached an elderly man on a bench who looked like he had been sitting there a while.
"Excuse me? Sir?" Jordan got his attention, then blinked at the high, squeaky voice coming out of his mouth.
The older man looked up from his paper with a kind smile, and Jordan continued.
"Did you see a group of people, say, girls, coming out of that alleyway a while ago?" Jordan asked a bit awkwardly, pointing to the alley he woke up in.
"No, I'm afraid I haven't seen them, lad."
Jordan sighed in relief, slumping his shoulders, and resisted the urge to hug the man.
"Thank you! Have a nice day!" He smiled, walking away. His day was going amazingly so far.
It was on the way to the fish 'n chips place that he was ambushed as expected. However he hadn't expected to be ambushed by an owl, in a city, in broad daylight.
Really?!
This was getting ridiculous. Even his luck couldn't be so bad as to change an owl's nocturnal cycle.
It was only when the owl flew away that Jordan realized it had left behind a nicely decorated envelope, addressed to him.
Well, 'addressed' might not be the right word. There was no address, only his name. Curiously, he tore the seal open(and who even uses seals anymore? Not that seals are useless, of course, they're elegant and intelligent creatures. No offense to seals.).
Unfolding the paper, which was really more parchment than paper, his eyebrows disappeared into his hairline.
Hm, so magic was real in London. Or wherever he was, because something didn't seem quite right with this place.