Trinity didn't know how long she'd been unconscious. She wasn't sure if her existence still counted among the living. Whether she was alive or dead, it smelled lovely where she lay. A smell she was not quite familiar with, but lovely all the same. If she were to take a wild guess, she'd have staked a huge amount of money on the smell of soil.

Trinity was afraid of opening her eyes to confirm where she lay. If her memory served her well, the very last thing she saw was a brilliant white light that confessed its love for her. So she relied on her other senses to scope her environment. The surface was soft and felt suspiciously like bedsheets. As for sound... it was surprisingly quiet. Not much could be deduced with that information. The only resort was to open her eyes and prepare for whatever came next.

The ceiling was the first thing she saw. It was elaborate, to say the least. Various depictions of nature were drawn on it, scaling their way to every corner she could view. That lessened Trinity's anxiety. At least things seemed normal with her sight.

She tried movement next. Her neck was a bit sore, but it allowed her to turn her head to the right. There was a huge elegant wardrobe sitting next to a window which had its curtains closed, save for the tiny crack that let through a few rays of light. A quick scan of that portion of the room revealed she was nowhere familiar to her memory. Everything looked expensive. From the mahogany desk to the ebony bed she lay on. But the beauty of it was what mesmerized her. It was wood, but everything seemed crafted delicately and skillfully by a master at the peak of his craft.

<Good morning, Trinity.>

The voice had her upright on the bed and scanning the room for its source. She was not afraid of it. She was already used to having funny voices and images in her mind ever since she was a child. But it seemed a good idea to know of this one's origin.

"Who are you?"

<Where are my manners? My name is Val. I am the voice of your dextor.>

Nothing the strange voice spoke made sense to her in the slightest. The name it identified with was familiar though. Those times she was alone in her room as a child, wondering why her life was difficult and why she couldn't have a goodnight's sleep. This...Val was her only consolation.

<Perhaps I should explain my existence,> Trinity thought that would be best. She was sure her mind had been addled in one form or another when she was undergoing... whatever it was she was undergoing before she passed out.

<I am a vocal representation of your dextor. A dextor is a magical item used by every Conjuror in Amargon to assist in their magical growth and development. Your dextor is the bracelet on your left hand. It's linked to your subconscious, hence the reason why I sound familiar to you.>

True enough, there was a bracelet dangling on Trinity's left arm. It held gold carvings that traced to an emblem that had a flame surrounded by a natural setting. The opposite side of the bracelet held another emblem, this one with an 'S' instead of a flame surrounded by nature. It looked beautiful, and probably expensive enough to cover a month of her mother's salary at the hospital.

But the reality of things was slowly dawning on Trinity. There was a voice in her head that claimed to be her consciousness given a voice through magic and it was going to help her 'magical growth'. The situation seemed straight out of a dream. But Trinity knew her dreams held nothing as tame as a talking conscious. Insanity was looking like a likely option now.

<I must say, you are handling this quite rationally for one who had no prior experience with magic. I would praise you but you and I are the same so it would constitute a vain endeavour.>

Normally, Trinity would appreciate the witty comment that her own genius head was now able to spew out independent of what she thought, but the door to her room was opening and her entire focus drew towards that.

Through it passed one of the most exotic females Trinity had ever chanced her eyes upon. The girl was impossibly beautiful. Her frame shaped like the pictures artists used to represent angels in drawings. The golden curtain atop her head she called hair tumbled down her shoulders in waves. The black outfit she had on seemed to pulse with her radiating beauty, but that was the last thing Trinity remembered before she got a glimpse of her face and concluded the girl was not human.

That level of perfection was impossible with all the makeup in the world combined.

"Oh! You're awake!" the blonde squealed gleefully and rushed to the desk to deposit a tray that Trinity was just noticing for the first time, "for a moment there, I wasn't sure how long you were going to stay asleep."

Even her voice sounded magical to Trinity. The girl was a blur of activity as she went about moving things that weren't supposed to be where they were. It was during the tidying up that Trinity realized there was another bed to her left side. It seemed she was a guest in the girl's quarters. But that was not the problem right now.

"Who are you? Where am I? And God, you're gorgeous."

The blonde didn't turn towards Trinity but her melodious chuckle sounded as she deposited the books in her hand on the bookshelf in no particular order before turning to Trinity, a beaming smile on her face and a hand outreached for a greeting.

"Name's Kay Lee, you're in Amargon and you can at least buy me dinner first."

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Trinity was still a bit dazed by Kay Lee's face, not to mention her entire personality, as she stood before the mirror of the wardrobe trying on clothes. The blonde had told her they were hers but she was willing to share if no marriage proposals were forthcoming anytime soon.

"So, let me get this straight... I am a wizard-"

"Not a wizard. Those only exist in Circe. Here, magic users are called Conjurers." Kay Lee's interjection seemed pointless to Trinity but she waved it away as she pulled on a jungle green blouse. To her great surprise, it was a perfect fit. Everything in that wardrobe fit her to a tee, wondering just how she and the blonde bombshell could have anything in common like clothes sizes.

"Yeah... that. But I'm not a normal wizard?"

Kay Lee sighed from where she was lazily lounging on her bed and offering critical fashion expertise to what Trinity's first look in Amargon should be. That was another thing she was not familiar with. The blonde had just spewed all sorts of information on her and asked for an immediate trust that she wasn't lying.

"I didn't say you weren't normal, Trinity. I said you were special. And that blouse makes you look fat."

Trinity didn't know yet if she disliked or appreciated Kay Lee's condor with every single aspect of her life. She had used many other choice adjectives to describe her other clothes selection that Trinity thought the girl did not like anything she owned on her. She chose silence as she placed the blouse back on a hanger. She needed the girl placated to give her information on just where the heck she was.

According to Kay Lee, whom Trinity would strongly suggest to the person in charge of welcoming new habitants to this country should not be part of that committee, Trinity was not on Earth anymore. She was in a magical realm, on a continent named Amargon. That alone would have sent Trinity right out the door had she not felt that tingling feeling on her very skin. The air was not quite similar to how she remembered it. It shimmered now and then like it was alive.

Almost like a soft hum of music in the background.

But that's not all the blonde had for Trinity. Apparently, she was a special kind of Conjurer these lands had seen since the very first ancestor. And also she was destined to bring great change with the light and darkness of the world.

Basically, Kay Lee just told her that she was Harry Potter in this world.

"If you knew the sixteen years I have lived so far, you'd know there is nothing special about this Muggle."

"So you're a Potterhead, but you can't believe that magic exists without proof? That is the literal definition of irony, sweetie."

Again, the wit was well done, but the surprise at Kay Lee's words made Trinity ignore it.

"I thought this wasn't Earth."

"It's not, but you aren't the only one who's been there you know."

<Ahem.> It was one thing to deal with the multitude of information that Kay Lee was sending her way, but Trinity knew she would not get used to Val speaking directly in her head with the jump she gave, <I'd hate to disrupt your banter but you might want to consider attending the ceremony on time.>

"Shit! Your dextor's right. We're late!" Kay Lee bounded off the bed and disappeared through a door adjacent to her bed, only to return a few minutes later cladding a pine green jacket and some brown khakis. It was amazing to Trinity how the girl could make anything look beautiful.

"Wait you can hear Val?" Trinity asked before she was all but thrown out of the room, Kay Lee fishing a similar jacket from her wardrobe and throwing it at her. From the five seconds Trinity had of observing it, it resembled greatly what little knowledge she had of a military jacket. The emblem on the left breast pocket had an S overlaid on a beautiful nature setting, the same one as her bracelet.

"Long story! I'll tell you after the ceremony!"

If the inside of Kay Lee's room seemed mesmerizing, the outside of it was bewitching. There was no way better way she could describe it other than being in a castle. An emerald green castle. There were banners and tapestries hung along the walls, majestically giving an air of history and respect that came with the nobility of having a castle. Trinity and Kay Lee were racing down a particular tower with lime windows that seemed to be sparkling with the rays of sunlight shining through them. It cast an unbelievably beautiful green glow to the stone walls, giving the illusion that everything was made of jadeite materials.

Kay Lee rounded so many corners that Trinity gave up trying to remember them all before she opened a door and they were suddenly outside. It looked like an enormous clearing in a jungle. The forest boundary stood a distance away from the castle. Lush trees of every kind she knew peppered the horizon and the morning sun looked divine in the landscape.

But that was hardly relevant as Trinity tore her sight from the horizon. They were on time for the ceremony, yes. But Kay Lee must have taken a wrong door in haste and now both girls stood a multitude of people all in the same uniform as she and Kay Lee. The relevant problem was the roar of laughter, the catcalls that sounded all over.

And the chilling morning breeze that reminded her aside from the open jacket, her bra was the only other article of clothing she had on her torso.