Year 13 - ?́?͞?͠?̕?̡?́
I remember it was dark. Like it is now. The world I came from had been invaded by Hopeless. None of us had known what they were, just that everything was dark and monsters were killing everyone in sight.
I remember running. I left my dad and gramma behind. I don't know if they're okay. If they were killed or if they found their way to another world. I don't know. I never got to know.
The last thing I remember from then was a pair of glowing yellow eyes bearing down on me before gravity gave up and I flew into the sky. And then...
I remember... I think I woke up sprawled out on a table. Someone was leaning over me asking if I was okay. The table was uncomfortable but I was alright. Were the monsters gone?
They told me I was safe. That I was in Travelville, and my world was gone. I didn't understand. Where was dad? Gramma? Ruffles? They didn't know. I was alone.
I don't remember anything from the rest of that day. They let me stay at the inn until I recovered. The next day wasn't any better. The Hopeless attacked again the day after that.
I remember being led somewhere else to wait until the area was resecured. I remember it was one of the longest hours in my life. I remember the relief as they gave us the okay.
After that my memory is a little better. I started focusing on my surroundings. I volunteered to run errands for busier folks, and never had to leave the first district. The Hopeless didn't get in again.
I spent the next few weeks learning what I could about the fantasy I had found myself in. The Hopeless attacks had been happening throughout the known universe. Earth was just the latest of many. The people here were from those different worlds who had found this place after theirs had been lost.
Those who could fight were sent outside the district and were in high demand. Because there weren't very many of them, they were highly respected by the rest.
I remember catching a glimpse of the more experienced of the group. I remember not believing what I saw.
At first I thought they were cosplayers. But then I saw them use magic. Actual real life magic. I couldn't believe it.
Their outfits had looked familiar, but I was never really into Japanese stuff so I couldn't tell you what they were from. Not that that had stopped other kids from calling me a weeb ever since my entire family dyed their hair green for St Patrick's day. That combined with my naturally messy hair was a recipe for constant name calling. I learned to ignore it, but I was still glad I wasn't the only one with weird hair in Travelville.
But I remember the thing that took the longest to get used to was the constant nighttime.
The world had a perpetually dark sky, and on clear nights you could see billions of stars— of other worlds. The constellations were drastically different from those of the world I had known. Every time I looked up, I was reminded that I was on a different planet. It was beautiful in its own way. There aren't any stars here, but I remember what they used to look like.
I remember that much.
And I remember that no matter how much time passed, I never saw my family on that world. But there was nothing I could do about that. And so the days went on.