My eyes fluttered open. They were instantly greeted with bright morning light. I strained against its intensity and squeezed my eyes shut in hope they would soon adjust.

I inhaled and filled my lungs like a balloon. As I exhaled, I felt the air flow through my nose as my lungs deflated. I reached my arms behind my head and straightened my legs to stretch those stiff muscles.

The morning felt fresh and greeted me with its sunshine rays upon my face, brushing my cheeks as if to say hello. I smiled in return. I felt like I had an amazing sleep.

I tried to swiftly lift my body to sit up. My head quickly met a hard surface above me. I instantly dropped back into the soft comfortable cushioning. Lifting my hand to the paining area on my head, I opened my eyes.

There above me hovered solid glass. An object that separated me from the freedom of my movement. But why had I been there? How did I get there?

I tried to recall any memories that may put the pieces of the puzzle together.

There were none. Nothing came to me. Nothing played in my mind to say how I ended up trapped in a glass case.

My breath quickened. My heart raced as sweat started to bead on my forehead.

I suddenly felt claustrophobic.

Footsteps against hard surfaces piqued my senses.

I shut my eyes in act of sleeping, moving my body to the laying position it was before. I calmed my breathing. My muscles relaxed.

I listened in.

The footsteps sounded like the clop of horse hooves, but not quite the same. I heard a sudden stop in their tracks. Whispers replaced them.

The whispers were kept too low to identify words.

The clops began again. The room echoed loudly, and the sound seemed to come towards my direction. They stopped yet again, replaced with whispering. After about six times of repeating this, the steps finally approached me.

They stopped. I heard mumbling, yet the words seemed more clear, but muffled.

'Still breathing. Nothing seems abnormal. Skin is fine. Clothes are in tact. All good. All checked. All done.'

It was a female voice. She sounded elegant but odd.

Her footsteps seemed to disappear into nowhere. After I felt sure that she wasn't in the room, I opened my eyes.

I tensed the corner of my lip, bringing it to the side in confusion and thought.

How was I to eradicate this barrier? This obstruction?

I turned my head to the side, squinting at the sight of another glass box near me in aim to gain more focus.

It had something it in. It was a giant rock that had a sword in it, part of the blade was exposed while the rest was buried deep in the stone. The glass box stood up on the smaller surface of the rectangle.

Once turning my head to the other direction, I was blinded by the light casted from the tall glass windows that touched the towering ceiling. The room was a sea of white. Nothing but white walls. White tiled floors, as it seemed to be. White pillars. White ceiling. White everything.

As I scanned the room as much as the glass barrier would let me, I noticed multiple glass cases were fixated amongst the room, encasing strange objects I couldn't identify from the distance I was at.

My elbows became pained after leaning on them for a while, so I laid back down, frowning at the holes I seemed to have just noticed. It meant a weaker area of the glass, which would allow easier breakage. I bundled my right fist, lifting it from my side and preparing for much force against my knuckles. I threw my fist to the glass. As the bones of my knuckles meet the hard surface, they crunched, but thankfully shattered the glass at the same time. How that was so easy to break and accomplish was unanswerable.

Glass shards did cover every inch of my body, but as I moved so did they. They slid off my cheeks and arms and I had been surprised that I remainder without a scratch. As I carefully placed my hands, I sat up. I was finally able to move freely.

With much care I swivelled my body to hang my legs over the edge. Glass fell to the floor like glitter. My white and gold layered skirt fell gracefully around my legs, reflecting gorgeous light. I slid my body from the block of solid material that I had been laying on.

As my feet met the ground my body leaned all its heavy weight onto my ankles. This foreign seeming manoeuvre caused my body to tremble.
I felt my knees suddenly give way. Out of instinctual reaction, my hands moved their way in front of me, supporting my stumble to keep most of my body safe.

The heavy thud of my hands and knees meeting the hard tiled floor echoed through the room. I looked up and searched my surroundings for any signs of movement. All was clear.

Pushing with my hands and knees, I lifted myself from the ground. This time I allowed myself to fall and use my elbows to lean on the rectangular structure I rested upon. Since I was safely supported, I slowly gained strength and familiarity in my muscles with the ordinary movements.

Once I was able to gain steady support with my own body, I turned around to examine my rectangular structure.

It was white, of course. Marble was what had supported me. Such an expensive stone yet it was so gorgeous. I ran the tip of my fingers along the angle cut edge. Feeling it's smooth, shiny surface.

I decided to examine the remainder of the room. As I turned around I nearly stumbled over a red rope, supported by small golden pillars, allowing the rope to hover and act like a fence, a barrier.

I kneeled and crawled underneath this rope, standing after I was confident that I had fully passed under.

I slowly stumbled my weak way towards the first glass box I saw. After reaching a second red rope like mine, I paused. I further examined the sword and stone inside, I gaped at its glory.

From what poked out of the stone, the long, thin, sharp greyish silver reflected light in such a way it seemed to glow. The silver blade was where it had been supported by an intricate gold handle. It was crafted with such fine detail I was sure there were roses covering the ends of the gold twisted handle.

The sword was magnificent. It almost called for me to wield it.

The stone that supported its upright position was waist high, leaving the top of the glass to reach my head while the top of the sword handle reached about the height of my nose. It must have been a long sword.

I turned my head to search for more amazing objects, but as my eyes decided followed the red rope in front of me, they met a gold pole that seemed to support a gold plate of some sort. Shuffling my feet towards it, I recognised words plastering it.

It read:
"The Sword of Unknown
It was 11,976 years ago when this sword was discovered. It was believed to fall from the sky, created by the Gods from another planet. It was apparent to be seen lying a fair way from the Girl of Unknown. This was concluded that they were linked. The sword had remained unmoved for years and still to this day rests upright in the stone it landed in. As a result, The Museum of Ancients and Histories was built around it.
Images of this sword in the stone before the museum can be seen in the gallery of photos."

I raised my eyebrows. '11,976 years ago. That's a long time. This whole story sounds interesting.'

I made my way around the room, finding objects that claimed to be ancient, in the Ancient section of the museum, as I had discovered. Images and explanations of strange occurrences from the "above" worlds appeared to be similar to the sword one, some hammer falling from the sky as well as a "God of Thunder". Now that made me chuckle for some reason. It seemed pathetic and false.

It had seemed that every glass casing had their own explanation on a gold plate which made me wonder if I had one. If I had an explanation of who I was, because in a matter of fact, at that point in time, I realised I didn't remember who I was where I was, what my name was. I remembered nothing.

I raced to my rectangular structure, eventually finding my own gold plate on a pole.

It read:
"The Girl of Unknown
This is a very special alien. We cannot claim that she is human for she is clearly from another planet. Her glowing skin, clothing, and most of all the perfection of her appearance being so abnormal to the human race itself makes us believe she is not of human race. It had been claimed that she has been sleeping for thousands of years. The question of where she came from cannot be answered. It is believed by discovery from the Sword of Unknown that her name is Rosalie.
Years slept: 11,976"

I stepped back. '11,976 years!'

My heart beat had quickened. My breath hitched. It wasn't possible.

I stumbled backwards in sudden shock. I had to get out of there.

I ran to the direction of the double doors. I thrust them open, unexpectedly breaking the lock that held the doors firmly shut. A long hallway, flooded with bright light from the glass ceiling reflected and brightened the blinding white walls.

Turning to the left, I raced down as fast as my legs could take me. It was not long before the distant doors I had seen became a towering exit in front of me. I forcefully grabbed the handles and yanked a door open, piercing the side wall with the gold handle from such force.

A gush of fresh air filed my nose. Step by step I came closer to a large black patched area with white lines all over. A few objects sat perfectly between these lines. They were different colours, but similar shapes.

I hurriedly searched my surroundings.

Those objects were covering more black ground, racing past as if they had somewhere to be. They were loud.
People walked white paths, occasionally leading an animal. Trees dotted the place and grass was scarce.

A red moving object pulled into the area that I was in, drawn in between the white lines like a magnet.

My heart still rapidly raced and my breathing never calmed.

A woman climbed out of this object, staring into my eyes with shock and confusion.

I remained silent.

I had no idea where I was. I had no idea what those objects were. I had no idea as to what was even happening.

The walking people had such unfamiliar and odd clothing. Some females hardly wore much. It was almost as if these people were wearing a second layer of different bright colours of skin, well some anyway. Some seemed normal, wearing skirts, but they weren't like mine. No one looked like my gold and white dress did. I seemed to stand out like a sore thumb. As that gold plate mentioned, I seemed alien to the "human race" they called it.

The woman continued to stare at me, using the door of that object like a shield.

I stared back at her, thoughts and plans crossed my mind.

She shakily spoke. 'Young lady, are you alright?'

I slowly approached her, my golden heels broke the silence between us with their clacking sounds.

Once I stood directly in front her, an evil grin crossed my face.