A different Era

Chapter 1: Where am I...?

I was just walking on the roadside, the sound of my shoes slightly resounding throughout the empty street as they hit the pavement below. I was on my way home from college when it suddenly struck me that I had to buy groceries. Plugging my earphones in, I began to play my favourite tunes from the playlist. I was humming lightly with the music blasting in my eardrums when I felt the land gone under my feet. Without even being able comprehend what happened, I fell. The fell felt like forever. Apparently I fell down in a manhole. Couldn't I die in some cooler way though?

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Where am I? That's the first thing that came to my mind as I opened my eyes and came face to face with an unfamiliar white ceiling. I tried to get up but this only resulted me to stop because of the splitting pain erupting from all over my body.

Deciding to ignore the pain, I sat up with difficulty. Was this place a hospital? But........isn't it way too luxurious for a hospital room?! Wait, first of all, how did I get here? I remember walking into a manhole. .... Seriously, why didn't the authorities put up a warning board next to it. My mind might have been blanked out at the moment but I am sure there wasn't a warning board there. Forget about that. First let's figure out where we are.

Looking around, I saw that the walls were adorned with ornamental wallpapers which were midnight blue and were covered with small gold leaf patterns. At my right was a large French window with a desk and a bookshelf next to it. On my front was a big wardrobe and a full body mirror. Finally, to my left was a small sitting area with sofas and chairs and tables. All the furniture was made out of oak wood, I think.

Seriously, this place way to luxurious. WAIT!! Was this place a hotel for the dead? Am- am I in Hotel De Luna?! So I am dead for sure then!!! Was a hotel attendant gonna walk in right now and say- "Oh my! You woke up! Now lets get you in the car to afterlife!" ?!

Just as I was fretting over how long the attendants were taking, I noticed the door on the left corner of the room. A plain door carved out of mahogany.......Wait! I can look for someone! How can I be this idiotic?

As I tried to get off the bed, the door creaked open and the person present there made my jaw hang open. It was boy of around my age with raven eyes and hair. He was wearing a black jacket over a white shirt with a blue scarf wrapped around his neck and was pushing a small cart. Oh god! I don't which dedicated cosplayer this was but whoever it was had done a phenomenal job in executing the appearance of Fred!!!! I mean he literally looked........ animated. I snapped my head towards my hands. Th-they were animated How the heck did I not notice this before!? Everything was animated! Rosalin what are you! A freaking zombie who doesn't know what they are doing! Even Zombie's are smarter than you!! I-I am in Moriarty the Patriotttt?!

I was really confused. I know that this was a common occurrence in many of the fanfics but my life isn't a fanfiction now was it? My mind was thrown into a turmoil. What? When? How? Why? Right! Fred is still there. I looked up, meeting his eyes, he was looking at me. Then he softly asked me with a small tilt of his face," Are you feeling alright now miss?" Oh. God. Good thing I am a closet fangirl. I knew it had its advantages. I mean, FRED'S JUST SO CUTE!! Ahem! This is no time to fangirl Rosalin. Think calmly.If I am not wrong, I think Fred was younger than me. He was nineteen wasn't he? Ohhhh, three years of junior.

Ah, right! I've yet to reply to him. Let's try to be as formal as I can. "I am feeling quite well now. Thank you for your concern." I replied with as much courtesy I could bring out in my voice, "If you don't mind, could you tell me where I am?" I need to at which arc I am exactly in.

Fred kept his straight face on and just answered me straightly, "You are currently in Moriarty Mansion in Durham." Is this somewhere near Freda's arc? Since Fred's in Durham. But, more importantly ......what about me? There was a sudden pain in my chest. I could feel the sheer panic bubbling up in my stomach, making me feel sick. It was truly suffocating. It made me want to just scratch my neck so bad. What am I supposed to do now? How can a Twenty First centaury girl supposed to survive in the late 1800s? Can someone just tell me what am I supposed to do? My hands were unconciously making its way to my neck.

"Stop it Rosalin. I realize you are panicking about the exams but that doesn't mean you should rip your neck open like that."

"I am not ripping my neck open!"

"Yes you are. Try to calm down a bit. I know it is easier said than done but still, we can always try. Now take deep breaths slowly. You will be just fine."

My hands immediately stopped mid way with a small smile making its way to my face. Fred must have noticed that I was getting paler because he asked me, "Are you really alright?" I smiled when I saw he had a small worried expression on his face, "Hnm, I was just a bit dizzy."

He stared at me for a moment before producing a bowl of soup and a glass of water from the cart and shoving it in front of me on a tray. I looked up at him, clearly confused as to what he was doing. He parted his lips for the third time, "Please have it, you must be hungry." It was when he said that, that I realized how incredibly hungry and thirsty I was. Muttering a small Thank You, I took the spoon and started eating. To say I was not panicking at all now would be a lie. My heart was beating furiously against my ribcage.

It was scary okay? Suddenly dropping in a fictional world. It seems all exciting only in fanfics and our imagination. Reality is not cool at all. It just hits differently. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door and it creaked open. The person standing there caught me of guard. It was him.