Finally, a new place to myself. I hated living in that cramped house. I didn't really have any good friends that've moved out yet so I didn't have roommates. I did have a few friends but I don't hang out with them a lot, art and research take up most of my time. I liked to make art in general, I also loved to invent things. I was a fast learner apparently. My parents once put me in a sword fighting class in an effort for me to make more friends, I got out of it a year ago but at least I know how to use a broadsword. That knowledge is totally useless. They just wanted me to happy. To be honest every class or club they put me in was completely pointless. I never needed to learn about the best chess moves, or how to make a pillow out of cheap crappy fabric you could find in a dumpster. I forgot everything I've ever learned in those useless activities, besides sword fighting and self defense cause those were actually fun but still a bit pointless. When I still lived with my parents I was using the old basement at home as a workshop, using scrap metal I found. Now I had the freedom to do what I want. There was a good collage that accepted me nearby and I wanted a job with NASA. My foster parents told me I should use my talents to help people. It's also why I look up to them.

My foster parents were kind, they lent me enough money to buy a small place to myself. They respected my ambitions and acknowledged what I wanted to do in life. I feel bad for all of the people I know that have it worse than me when it came to their parents. Even though they were so nice to me, I never really got used to calling them my parents out loud, they weren't my biological ones anyway. I sometimes try think of them as really close friends but that falls flat as well. Like some sort of weird middle ground. I do have some memories with my actual parents but I don't talk or think about it often. An old classmate of mine told me that I should tell someone, it's bad to keep all those secrets bottled up in the back of your head.

Shaking my head, I looked around. The house was decent, not to big but not tiny. Of course I was a little scared about living by myself but it was for the best. I had already paid a team of broke college students to set up all of my furniture. I don't really have time for it. I took a deep breath and grabbed my blue and white suitcase, dragging it inside. The sound of wheels against the concrete stopped as I fiddled with the keys to the house, the sound making me feel more uneasy. Finally I opened the door to a dark hallway before walking in. I look around, peering into different rooms before finally finding my bedroom. As soon as I put my stuff down, I pulled out my laptop. I had to do some work before I could fully unpack. Money was what I needed since I was still applying for part time jobs, but I had my ways. Working as a virtual assistant for bigger companies was my greatest source of revenue. I also designed posters and fliers. It wasn't a lot of money but I did what I had to do to get by.

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After two hours, I closed the lid of the laptop with a satisfying 'click'. I cracked my knuckles and stretched my arms slightly before standing up. I carefully placed the laptop on my bed and walked over to the kitchen. I yawned a little and contemplated whether or not I should change into something more comfortable. I was currently wearing a grey jacket with a black shirt and jeans. I decided I would after getting some food and taking a break since I was probably going to pull another all nighter. One of the companies I was temporarily working for wanted me to work on a large project. That was going to take a while and I just wanted to get it done and out of the way. I looked around the kitchen before realizing that I still had some instant ramen noodles that my parents gave me. I don't have time to go to the convenience store. I could do it tomorrow. As I reached into the box of noodles there was suddenly a loud noise, a bit like old TV static. Out of my peripheral vision is saw a flash of purple light. Alarmed, I immediately looked around me and saw nothing. "I need more sleep." I said muttering to myself.

Walking over to a large couch, I ate my food and turned on the television. I wasn't really paying attention since there was nothing that caught my eye. Slowly my mind started to wander down the spiral of thought that I had built a long time ago. After my vision had fogged up I noticed a purple light flare up like a flame in front of me, snapping me out of my mind. I was paralyzed for a second. It looked like a rip. It was flickering and on the other side I thought I could see something that resembled a purple galaxy type pattern, or some sort of star dust you see after a really cool explosion in movies. Out of curiosity I decided to investigate. It could lead to something really cool or I could die. It's a 50/50 chance so I might as well try. Slowly, I approached it. Something urged me to go touch or get a feel of whatever it was. As I got closer, I reached out my hand barely touching the rift. It felt smooth for some reason, the feeling was somehow familiar. Then as I was about to back away, without warning I was thrown into the rift. I could feel an invisible force pulling on my arm as it dragged me in. I was falling through what looked like a cloud of stardust. Rad. Glowing clouds surrounded me, which should've probably made me more terrified than I was at the moment. I suddenly stopped mid-air, taking a moment to wonder where the hell I was. I looked around the weird place, admiring it for a second. Then I noticed a bright white light. It was bright enough that I had to shield my eyes until they properly adjusted. It looked like a big pearl. Since I was already in this place and there was no going back now, I reached out to touch it. As soon as I did a bright light blinded me, making me shield my eyes for a second.

After regaining my vision, the sky was dark and cloudy. It looked like it was about to rain. I was falling through the sky, I could feel the wind rushing past my face and the noise filled my ears. I guess I was pretty high up as a sphere of fire started to surround me. Bracing myself I waited for the pain, but all I felt was a soft tingle. What was even happening? Why was I falling?

After a second I saw the tops of trees. I tensed up, thinking it was the end. I was clearly done for, nobody would be able to survive a fall like that. I saw the ground grow closer and shut my eyes, hearing a loud 'boom' as I landed. I could feel a stronger tingling feeling through my body but strangely I still didn't feel any pain besides a massive pounding headache. I opened my eyes, expecting to so nothing or see that I was dead but I wasn't. Groaning, I pulled myself up while dusting the dirt off of my grey jacket. "Where the hell?" I muttered to myself. I started to walk around, mildly freaked out by the fact that I fell from the sky. There were trees everywhere, some were torn up with holes or were completely broken apart. I thought I saw what looked like bullet holes in others. Where in the world was I? As I walked farther from the place I landed I heard some commotion. A bunch of people yelling in a foreign language. Not only that but it sounded like guns were being fired and bombs going off.

Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a clearing. Walking closer, the yelling and noise grew louder. It was clearly multiple languages at once. At least I could understand one of them, English. I was at the entrance to a clearing. It was trench warfare. Two trenches faced each other as frantic soldiers ran inside of the confined space, clearly stressed. Commanders were yelling different orders and curses could be heard from where I was standing. Barbed wire covered the space in between.

How did I end up here? Note to self; never touch strange glowing stuff that appear in front of you. I looked at the machinery they had with them and noticed how it looked really outdated. Wait... could I be in the past? I then noticed how the soldiers stopped moving, looking tense. The commander started to raise his arm.

Suddenly after a scream, the trench closest to me had a row of soldiers spill out, some tripping as they jumped up. They ran as fast as they could, panic and fear etched into their faces. I held my breath. They were going to die. I saw the trench opposite of me take up machine guns inside their trench and opened fire. The spray of bullets covered the field. I quickly hid behind the tree I was leaning on. Multiple people were hit, some stray bullets almost scraped me where I stood. I let out a sigh of relief as I took another peek. Some retreated, others fell victim to their wounds. Guilt and pity stabbed at my heart as my eyes wandered across the clearing. I noticed one wounded soldier, dragging himself on the ground trying to reach his comrades. None of them could do anything. It was too risky. Alarm flooded my body, filling me with anger and sadness. I couldn't let him die in such a painful way. Before I could think the idea through I had leaped out of my hiding spot, surprising some of the soldiers. A surge of energy and confidence came over me. At the time I felt as light as a feather. Time seemed to slow down around me as I sprinted towards the half dead man.

Freaking out slightly as I noticed this, I leaped higher than a normal human could over the trench. Before anyone could react I already had picked up the soldier, which was strangely easy, and jumped into the trench. I suddenly came to my senses. What was that? How am I still alive? Those thoughts flooded my brain as I panted for breath.

Before I could start freaking out again, I felt a pair of hands grab my arms and yank me up. Two other soldiers walked over and checked on their comrades' wounds as I was yanked away. Looking behind me, I saw a British general (at least I assumed it was). Letting out a quick curse under my breath I looked at him. "Uh... Hi?" I spoke after an awkward silence.

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The army didn't really like my presence there so there I was, in a cell. They transferred me to a French facility. Not a lot of polite people here. To be completely honest I was internally freaking out. My arms were shaking a little and I was biting my hand to stay calm. They said that someone would come see me in a bit but it was taking forever. Sighing, I looked at my shaking hands and started to slowly hum a song. It was a habit I had since I worked a lot and was often really stressed out. After I had calmed myself I decided to have some fun. I started humming a really popular song, that was actually pretty catchy, and started to sing some of the lyrics softly to myself.

Suddenly I heard static, next to me a rip had opened up. It looked different than the one before, this time it was a lighter purple and looked less unstable. Whether it was because I did something to open it or it was just a coincidence, I didn't care. I just wanted to go home. This was too much for me to handle. The portal opened even more as I stepped closer. as I was about to go through I heard a yell. Behind me was somebody with the French flag on their face. I don't even know that was possible but I felt my heartbeat grow faster out of fear. Assuming that they were a woman, she yelled at me in a heavy French accent. "Hey! Stop!" It was to late, I had already jumped through in a phase of panic and stress.

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