Everyone knows the story of Alice in Womderland. Her stumble down the rabbit hole that led her to this bright and colorful world; that which led to her inner awakening of who she truly is. Alice ultimately ends up conquering the Queen and is bathing in her power. What no one talks about though is her re-entrance to the human world. Returning to her snobby family and mundane exsistence after being surrounded by magical creatures and talking animals was a jarring experience. Alice was given word that one of her family members was on the way to the next life, so she thought I’d only be plausible if she went to say her farewells. Alice did not really give much thought to what this truly meant. She would have to face everything she left behind, face the reality of her situation. As Alice entered back into the human realm her heart began skipping beats at such an irregular pattern. All the memories from her past bubbling up to the surface. Her gut twisted into an irreversible knot, causing her to feel nauseous. She felt her knees go limp as she stood tall after crawling out of the dark tree trunk. But Alice then remembered who she was. She slipped back into her habitual patterns that she had worked so hard to be liberated from. Alice took a deep breathe, closed her eyes, and focused on the sound of her own breathing until she felt grounded again. Reeling her mind back like a magnet pulling in metal for a close hug. Alice was so used to the random methodical creatures approaching her that being here felt barren. She got stuck staring at a tree waiting to make a quick acquaintance when her Aunt coughed saying “Alice, what are you doing staring at that tree?” Alice replied “Oh I thought I saw something.” Alice then realized how odd she probably looked to her Aunt. She definitely had her hands full in this moment but she knew she could conquer anything. Remembering Cheshire the cat saying “We’re all mad here” made Alice giggle. She could be herself knowing that her real home was waiting for her.

Toothless looks down beneath him. He sees lights all over the bottom floor. He grunts with confusion. These lights look different from fire that he was used to seeing from Viking Villages. The thought of Vikings made him sad.

He missed Hiccup. How long had it been, he had no clue. He still remembered the weight of that skinny Viking,the scent of dragon saliva,oil,and fish that reeked on him,and the sound of his voice. To clear his head Toothless decided to dive down.

As he dived he noticed that the lights were getting brighter and he heard that it was definitely getting noisier. He decided to pull up and see if he could land. After 30 minutes of flying he found a large pine tree and landed on its branches.

He sniffed the air. It smelled of rain and dirt,but there was another smell as well. Humans! Toothless nearly leapt into the air. The thought of seeing Hiccup again made him shake with excitement!! He howled into the night and took off.

He started flying towards the light again, maybe it was another one of Hiccup’s silly inventions. Toothless didn’t like it, but he didn’t like a lot of things that Hiccup did or made. He decided to fly to a huge white that had lights shining on it.

He clumsily landed on the pyramid shaped building and looked around. He saw colors of light,heard strange sounds that didn’t make sense, and smelled repulsive smells that nearly made him vomit his trout from last night.

Then he heard beating. Like wing beats but faster,stronger, and dangerously louder. Toothless’ eyes focused and his ears were trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. Then a huge light shone on him from up above and it was as big as a dragon,but it didn’t look like one. Toothless growled a warning. He could see people in the … weird flying thing. But none of them were Hiccup

The holder of realism mocked the gatekeeper of fantasy. They had a bet: which characters would break when tossed into different realities? They were gods, prideful and foolish. Zayden and Lora were the unlucky pawns in this twisted game. When a character is dropped into this world, you’d think it a good thing. But this is realism, and the truth is far more bitter.

A man accustomed to the cruelty of realism is tossed into a world of blissful fantasy, where everything seems better… too much better. He doesn’t belong there. His feeble mind can’t handle it.

Would the world affect him, or will his will to break free crack the foundations of both realities? And when the seams of possibility tear, Zayden and Lora find one another and join forces. Both worlds are about to face a threat far greater than they could imagine.

Run.

Hide.

It doesn’t matter—the world will soon fall apart. The power has long been stripped from the gatekeepers, and for the first time since the beginning of the worlds, the laws that bind everything are nonexistent.

The bets are up, and the stakes are higher than ever. This test the two reality keepers conducted might just break reality and fantasy… forever.

“Where am I?” Lucillia asked the sky. She sat up and found herself on a park bench. She got up and wandered around the park trying to figure out where she is. Wherever she was…it looked nothing like where she was from. “Hello, are you alright Miss?” A guy in a tee shirt and jogging pants asked. He looked at her with absolute concern in his eyes. “Where am I?” She asked him. “You’re in New York, in Central Park.” ‘New York? Central Park?’ She thought to herself. “What is this planet called?” “That’s a very odd question, but this is earth.” ‘Earth? What was and earth?’ She thought again. “If you will, come with me, and I can find someone to help you.” He held his hand out to her, waiting for her to grab it. She hesitated for a few seconds, but then she realized that if she went with him…well it was the best option she had at the moment. “Where are you taking me?” She asked. “I’m taking you to the hospital.” “What’s a hospital?” He looked at her with even more concern then he had when he saw her wandering around like an idiot. “It’s a place where people help you.” He said, as if it was totally obvious. “Your not from around here…are you?” “Umm…” she said, unsure of how much she should trust him. “You can tell me. I promise I won’t tell a soul.” “Umm…I’m not from…this world.” She said slowly. He looked at her like she had gone mental. Then he laughed and said, “Good one. Now, where are you really from?” “I told you. I’m from a planet called, Moneral. It’s a small planet, about the size of a small town.” He gave her a weird look, and asked, “Okay. Um. How about we start with an easier subject, like…what’s your name?” “My name is Lucillia.” “Well Lucillia, my names Gabe. Now, let’s see…what’s another easy question…what’s your age?” “How does this have anything to do with you believing me that I’m from a different planet?” “Well I don’t quite believe you.” She let go of his hand, and started stomping the way they came from. He ran up to her and grabbed her hand again and said, “Okay, if your from a different planet then prove it.” She didn’t know how. How was she going to make him believe her? And how was she going to get home? How was she going to figure out how to live here?

Tinkerbell accidentally got shoved into the modern world. The last time she came it was after World War 2! She found herself also not in London, but in New York!

The tiny fairy had crashed into a giant billboard screen in Times Square. Blinded by the bright blue light, she quirkily flew until the lights dimmed. When she opened her eyes she saw that she flew way up high,and could see in the distance the Empire State Building.

 Tink looked in the other direction and saw the beautiful statue of Lady Liberty. Trying to figure out what had happened, she decided to fly back down and think. She flew until she saw a little rectangle building with an American flag on the side, and landed on the roof of it.   

  She saw a man with a tired expression wearing a uniform of camouflage ,walk up to the door of the building , pushed some buttons, and walked in. Hmmm, so this is an office for some Army soldiers apparently, she thought.

From the moment i was put into this world (literally, i’m fictional) i knew it was wrong. Everything was so crowded, the world so divded, even for me it seemed excessive.

I was the ruler of a kingdom i have since learned is fictional in this world, and i have come to realize i was a rather bad one. However i do not believe i was nearly as bad as the scum of this world.

In my kingdom, i graciously allowed MOST people (even the ones i don’t particularly like) to exist, if only to show how foolish they are.

By far the worst thing the people of this world use though, are sporks. I don’t believe any civilized person in their right mind could combine a spoon and fork! And what’s worse, they made a movie about this infernal creation! A movie about sentient toys, and their idea of a good character is a spork! I have no clue how a society advanced enough to have moving pictures could ever, EVER, create sporks. __ __ Other parts of this society i can understand, but i truly believe sporks will be their complete undoing.

I sit up in my bed and look at the clock. 7:00 AM. Getting out of the bed, I see myself in the mirror. I stalk to the bathroom and change, then comb carefully through my hair.

When I’m done, I enter the kitchen and put a bagel in the toaster. That’s when I notice something outside. It’s a flashing light that comes and goes quickly. It’s probably just a car light, it’s fine.

My bagel pops out of the toaster, and I slather some cream cheese on it. After I eat, I say bye to my family and head out the door for school.

Someone is standing on the sidewalk looking confused. The notice me and walk over.

“Hey,” says the boy in a British accent. That and his brown hair, green eyes, and circular glasses lead me to a realization.

“Harry…?“ I ask quietly.

“Potter. Harry Potter,” he says, “How’d you know?”

“What…you-but you’re not real!”

“Of course I’m real.”

“No, your from a book series. A, uh, here.” I pull out the first book from my bag. He takes a close look at it and suddenly everything makes sense.

“Where am I?” He asks. “Better yet, how do I get back? Probably the same way I got in, right? Ron tried a spell on me…

“What spell?” I ask.

“Not sure, says he got it out of a spellbook. It’s one we haven’t learned yet.”

“I know just what to do.”

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After school, I go to the library. When I finally find a Harry Potter spellbook, I check out and sit down at a table with Harry. Flipping through the pages, I scan for any kind of spell that could have brought him here.

“Here,” I say, finally finding one, “Teletrasportare.”

Harry pulls out his wand and points at himself. “Thanks for helping me,” he says.

“Of course I would help my fourth favorite character!” I tease.

“Teletrasportare,” he says, the realizes what I said, “Wait, four-“ A light flashes and Harry is gone, leaving me alone in the library.

I walk home and sit on the couch. I can’t stop my eyes from wandering to my bag, where the Harry Potter book lays. I pull it out and open it to where the bookmark is, continuing to read.

Tinkerbell is cast out of Neverland. For reasons she can’t even let cross her mind without turning red. She flyed through the city, the pixie dust falling from her wings and sprinkling the cars driving below. Loud shouts and honks filled her ears, making her miss the old isolation of her home. The air made her nauseous and her energy was draining away alongside her dust. She needed to land. Soon. Or else she was going to collapse and get run over by a car. Cars. Humans have developed since the last time she’s been here. Everything was more colorful, yet so dull at the same time. Tinkerbell didn’t like it. She searched the vast boxes below, searching for somewhere to stay. Anything at least appealing. A bright speck of green caught her eye. An overgrown flower-box sat beneath a window in the maze. Tinkbell flew over to it, practically crash-landing into the dirt. She brushed the sticky soil off of her nicely sewed green dress. One she made herself back when she lived in Pixie Hollow. Before unimaginable things happened. At least she had Peter Pan, but now he was gone too. She lifted leaves and walked through the weeds until she reached the cold, glass window. She peered inside, curious to what these humans kept inside nowadays. A loud, blaring noise came from inside. Humans arguing? She thought to herself. No, there wasn’t anyone in there. Tinkerbell tripped over her feet. She stumbled back as a large gust of wind pushed her into a weed. The window opened! Before she could think twice, she sprinkled the last bit of Pixie-dust she had onto her wings and fluttered inside. A human, a girl with double braids leaned out the window. Tinkerbell stared at her with wonder. “Hello?” She said, immediately covering her mouth and regretting the decision. “Who’s there?” The girl said. She spun around, her braids flying like little whips. Luckily, Tinkerbell was out of their reach. Tinker sighed, now she’d have to talk to the girl. “Can you see me?” “See…” the girls eyes landed on her small, sparkly figure, “what?” “I’m Tinkerbell.” Tinker said, offering her hand, then taking it back when remembering the size difference between the two. “I’m… Shannon?” “Nice to meet you.” Tinker said. Shannon’s face was stunned, despite Tinker explaining her presence, which then followed with lots of questions. Shannon was a kind girl, preparing a small bed for Tinker in her room, feeding her meals. Tinkerbell even met a small bee who somehow reached the windowsill. She and the bee stayed in Shannons company until Peter Pan arrived in the dark night, tapping on the window and tipping his head in a greeting. Tinkerbell couldn’t help but feel grateful he returned, despite her tendency to hold grudges for a record time. With a wave goodbye, Shannon sent her off. Tinker looked back at the tiny figure at the window watching her fly away. She’d come back someday.

Allow us to introduce a lovely gnomish gentleman by the name of-well... Gnomish names much too closely resemble elvish names, and if you know anything about elves, you know how long winded they can be. So let’s stick with David for now. David is much like the forest gnomes you’ll see decorating a lawn or selling prepackaged cookies, except he is a living and breathing creature that gets hungry, that sleeps at night, and occasionally has political opinions. He would often wake up in the morning smelling of rosemary and thyme before watering his garden and saying hello to all of the woodland creatures. Such is the life of David: simple yet intricate.  The not so ordinary thing about David is that he lives in a world parallel to ours. A world covered in neverending forests, fairies, dragons, and wizards like what you would find in a story book. He is quite the conundrum: not quite fitting in even in his own fantastical world. Most gnomes only have access to stewardship magic: magic for nature and her bounty. It has always been rare for a gnome to have access to Arcane, Black, or Elemental magics. However, David is the exception, having a prodigal depth of understanding of elemental and arcane magic. The only reason why he hasn’t taken on Black magic is due to his direct orders from the Gnome King: Tillus. It didn't matter to David. In his life he only cared about gnomish affairs like gardening and baking, with no ambition for higher things. It would soon come to be known that forces beyond David’s understanding had some special in store for him. It just so happened that his day of reckoning would be Tuesday. On Tuesday, David is called to a meeting at the King’s Court-something that was frequent to the citizens under his care. Tillus is a gracious king that regularly meets with his subjects, and David was no exception. So David went on a stroll down his lane, passing by all of his neighbors. He had a wide variety of neighbors hailing from a variety of different directions. His backdoor neighbors were a couple of pixies (certified lovebugs), his left side neighbor was a retired minotaur, his right side neighbor was a family of hobbits, his tree-canopy neighbor was a garden snake. He knew them all very well, as this home of his was an ancestral home-a birthright, as were all of his neighbors’ homes. Besides those neighbors, he had across-the-street neighbors, and underground neighbors, although he didn’t speak to them much. On this particular morning, all of his neighbors had already arrived at the court, meaning David was fashionably late. He knew this, and decided to use his magic to his advantage. In one swift flick of his wrist, he changes the leaves of a nearby tree into wings that fasten easily on his shoulders. He began to flap, and as he spoke his incantation, a hot gust of air rushed below him, jetting him far above and beyond the canopy. Once he had achieved liftoff, he soared along his lane, angled downward to pick up speed. At his stiff angle, he left behind trails of wind that wisped over the tops of houses, mushrooms, and great open fields. Since he lived outside of the city, he had to fly over the villages, the farms, and the outer city markets before he could get to the castle.  The city looked beautiful this particular morning. A gentle breeze swept the early morning fog across the waves of grain in the countryside, and the mushroom towers sparkled in the distance. Yes, the city was made out of a bunch of jumbo-sized mushrooms, but it was the most durable material that they had available. Plus they absorb water, making for easy insulation when the winters come. On the outer rim of the city, there stands a legion of wizards, holding up the protective spell that contains the city. Recognizing David, they parted the barrier to allow him to fly through.  The streets themselves were lined with moss and the main road was covered with foot traffic due to the king’s orders. Bears, deer, songbirds, and every manner of woodland creature you might find made an appearance. Bigfoot apparently showed up early, and had already left. As David flew over the lush, green pathway he looked up at the centerpiece: the king’s castle. The center of the castle was a red-topped mushroom sitting at about 10 stories tall. Surrounding the inner sanctum were huge redwood trees that surrounded it in a perfect circle, all connected by their own enchantments to secure the gaps between the trees. It is said that the enchantments are as strong and durable as a solid diamond, but nobody has ever tested them before. At the very front stood a large vine gateway, about 20 feet tall, that rose above the lichenous trail.  David whisked himself underneath the gate and went straight for the inner sanctum. He landed beautifully in the front garden, covered in every type of flower that you’ve seen, and probably some flowers that you’ve never heard of. Not taking any time to take in the scenery, David shed his wings and trudged straight to the front door. The guards let him in with no worry, and there David stood in the throne room. The floors were made out of glossed obsidian, shined so perfectly that anyone who stood on it could see a perfect reflection of themselves below. David noticed something strange when he entered, though: aside from the normal guards and the King, David was the only one in the room.  The king was a towering visage of an elf, standing taller than all of the NBA players in history, with broad shoulders and slender arms that all finished in angled, pointed joints and jawlines. He looked as if he was a young man, but he has existed for many millennia, and will likely live another several. His sharp face was complimented by soft, green eyes and a warm complexion. He would often have a smile on his face that would often be conflated with a smirk, despite his sincerity. The elf looked up at the gnome and gestured for him to come closer. “David, perfect. You are exactly who I wanted to see.” David bowed at the king’s feet, making sure to pay his respects. The king’s face was scrunched up in a scowl, showing that he was either angry or vexed. “David, I will be candid and concise with you. I need your help.” This alarmed David, as he wasn’t sure if the king had ever needed a gnome’s help, least of all _his _help, but he nodded for the king to continue. The king pulled out a sealed envelope with his initials on it. “This letter is of dire purpose and must be delivered discreetly.” He hands the letter to David.  “You are to go to the human world and seek out the recipient. Their name is written in human tongue, so you will have to have it translated. Need you any guidance to accomplish this task?” David shakes his head. He had many questions, but he knew that if the situation was  this dire, it wouldn’t do to waste time with queries. As soon as he faces forward once more, a portal opens beneath David. He falls, reaching out as everything he has ever known shrinks to nothingness before his eyes. His stomach turns and his heart drops as the environment changes around him. He begins to burn hotter and hotter until… David looks around, noting the verdant trees and a floor covered with leaves. The trees are already changing in the autumn air, igniting fires in the blue sky above. This was all strange for David, who was used to evergreen trees that would never turn, and a sky that would change hues like the Aurora Borealis throughout the day. A blue sky is incredibly rare where he is from-only happening once every several years, and never with the same consistency as what he is witnessing. Humans would recognize this backyard anywhere in the country: a shallow patch of  trees that lead into a grassy hill that is partially fenced-in. There is an implication of a dog present: half-chewed and colorful toys scattered across the yard, with a well-worn tennis ball in a child’s sandy play pit. David walks out of the treeline, checking to see if there was any foul magic that could be in play. Surprisingly, he feels the smallest amount of magic he has ever felt before, as if in this world it didn’t exist. That’s when he comes out: the house owner.  The house owner is a car salesman that has owned this house for the past 20 years. You wouldn’t know about his garish profession based on his behavior at home though. He religiously waters his garden every day, weeding every two, and pruning his bushes once a week. He is unmarried, with two children that he gets to see on the weekend, and is overall regarded to be a regular man with very few aspirations. If you ever get the chance to ask him, he is “Living the dream!” every day, and his name is Thomas.  The marvelous thing about humans is that, while they are not necessarily magical, they are fairly drawn to it wherever it is. There is almost this 6th sense with every human and magic: if it is dangerous, unknown, and volatile, they must be as near as possible so they can experience this awful event as closely as possible. Why else would there be ghost hunting shows? Thomas is no different, and as soon as David crossed the threshold into his backyard, Thomas knew that something had changed. The actual encounter lasts perhaps 5 seconds: Thomas makes eye contact with David, David turns to run, and Thomas scoops him up like a father carrying his baby out of a bassinet. Thomas says something that, to David, is like speaking in tongues. What he actually says is “Well why would I leave one of you back here?” Thomas carries one of the most powerful gnomes in the entire realm by the top of his head, moving to the front yard. Around his garden presided nearly a dozen garden gnomes that all resembled David. I believe you can see where this is going. Before David could rattle off any spells or shout any curses, he was partially buried around the ankles in clear vision of the adjacent street. Thomas pats David on the head, smiles, and wipes his forehead. He shakes his head and sighs with relief-he must have been missing a gnome for a long time. And so David sits, waiting for the right time to make a run for it.

I went to slpeep and I woke up in this strange world, I don’t know nothing about it. It seems strange, I’ve been told that this is the real world, the reality, which means they are the ones who actually make things come true. I’ve seen the way they look at the world I live in and they seems to enjoy it, I wonder why? They love it, it seems like they enjoy watching my world instead of living in their reality which is beautiful, my world is just a loop that has nothing to offer, it’s just a pattern that repeats itself over and over again, but they live in the real world, how come they’re not aware of that, how come they’re not living it. They have freedom or so k thought, but it seems that freedom means nothing to them, my life is written and I can’t change it theirs is free, they can write their own life, how come they try to live others life and not enjoy their own. It seems like they have freedom physically but their mind and soul isn’t free at all.