Short story;

Devoted to you

A/n
Fourth try.
[if ur Ace/Aro, I'm sorry in advance, if u imagine this story as if you are telling it urself. You can also imagine it as a diary or sum. Just a warning]

I'm in math class.

"Did everyone do the homework?" The teacher asks. I open my notebook, nope, "Yessir," I recite with the rest of my class.

The teacher nods and turns himself around. He grabs a stift and starts writing stuff on the board.

I notice my thoughts wandering off as I lose concentration, drifting off to sleep.

"HEY! HEY! Wake up! Jeez," a voice says. I shoot up, "What the hell-" I stop as I look up and down at the person.

I blink a few times and inspect them again.

In front of me is standing a -what I suspect- woman, dressed in brown and dark green clothes. Her pants are dark green and on her belt is a knife, and a tiny sack I also notice a knife strapped to her tigh. Her shirt is made of a brown, almost black, coloured cloth. Over it is a tight vest, made of the same material as her pants.

Her boots are made of a darn brown, I can't figure out what animal, leather. Looks like the one of a fish, which seems unlikely. Her gloves are made of that same material.

The woman sees me watching.

"That's dragon leather. Only you can see me. You have to save the world. Are you coming?"

It wasn't a question.

She grabs ahold of my wrist and pulls me away from my table. With her other hand, she keeps aside the sack hanging on two cords to her belt, revealing a stone. It's cleverly knotted with strings, and when she pulls at it, it immediately lets go.

She traces an huge circle with it in the air. Where the stone moves, it leaves an orange, looking like made of electricity, line.

The moment she connects the start with the end, a picture pops up. She steps through it with one foot, following with the other, as she pulls at my wrist, making me stumble in there too.

As soon as we are both entirely in the picture, world, whatever it is, the circle closes and my classroom disappears.

"Where.. are we?" I ask in awe, looking around.

"I don't have time to explain," she says, "anyways, put this on," she pulls out an entire outfit from somewhere, "behind that tree?"

I nod and go there. It takes me a while to figure out how it works, but when I do, I work myself in it as quickly as I can.

"And now?" I ask, as I am lifted into the same clothes as she is, "And, what do I do with this?" I continue, holding my old clothes up.

Suddenly it strucks me, "What am I even doing here? Why should I listen to you. Why should I believe you?" I say.

The woman steps forward and snatches the clothes from my hands, "You are in no place to ask questions." I scoff, "Wha-" but I can't even finish my sentence before she starts pulling me by my wrist again.