The Other World

I still remember the story my grandpa used to tell me when I was a kid. He once went to another world. It all began like a normal day for him. Like any other day, he went to the forest for hunting, but on this day, he noticed that something was off about the forest. It was as if it had suddenly become denser. But he didn't think much of it. As usual, he was walking through the trees, but suddenly he noticed something strange. There was a cave. He had been going on that same route for years, but he had never seen that cave. Out of curiosity, he went inside. It was pitch dark, but he saw that light was coming from somewhere. He went to check it out and realized that it was the other end of the cave, and he had been walking inside the cave for quite a while. So, he ran towards the end and found a village.
He saw that the village was not like any other village he had ever seen. All the houses were made from yellowish wood, and a few houses had something written on them in a strange language. He was shocked to see that the people were also different. They were wearing different types of clothes, and the most different thing was that they could use magic. But somehow, they spoke the same language as us.

As my grandpa explored the village, he talked with a few people from the village, and he explained how he had come from a different world. After hearing all this, they took him to their village elder. The elder started to cry because when he was a kid, there was a prophecy that one day, a man from another world would come from that cave. He would be their savior and help them to win the war against the Dark Lord. My grandpa was amazed by their stories and decided to help them in their battle against the Dark Lord. For the next several weeks, hetrained himself in the art of magic and in hand-to-hand combat. He had mastered the magic of the elements like fire, water, ice, wind, and earth and a new type of magic which he had invented called creation magic.

As the day of the battle arrived, the Dark Lord's army surrounded the village, and the sky turned red as if soon the blood was going to pour from the sky. The Dark Lord's army consisted of thousands of goblins, griffins, and ogres. The Dark Lord's army attacked the village. The villagers fought bravely, but soon, the Dark Lord's army got the upper hand on them. However, my grandpa used his mastery of elements and creation magic to create an elemental sword named Ummi. With the help of Ummi, he defeated the Dark Lord.

The sun rose upon the destroyed village and the tired and wounded villagers, who thanked grandpa for helping them and gave him an ancient artifact that would allow him to come back to his home world and also visit the village whenever he wants. He returned to his own world, knowing that he had saved many innocent lives, and he is proud of what he had done.
By Nooh