A World Between Realms

What have I gotten myself into?

Before Sophie could speak, Ealdred leaned in, his voice low. "That's Elder Volvaria," he murmured. "She's the Chief Archivist—brilliant, sharp, and not easily impressed. She guides the younger elders and guards ancient knowledge."

Volvaria's eyes never left Sophie. "And by what name dost thou wish to be known?"

Sophie straightened. "Sophie Branley," she said firmly.

She stood tall, heart pounding under the scrutiny of the elders. "I was on a history tour with my class," she began. "We were exploring a castle in England, and I found this door—it had strange carvings. I touched it, and everything spun. Next thing I knew, I was here." She glanced around the room, anxiety rising. "I don't understand how or why it happened."

The elders listened in silence, faces unreadable. Then, a sharp chime rang out through the hall. The tension thickened as a breathless young messenger rushed in.

"The king—he's fallen gravely ill!" he blurted out.

Gasps rippled through the chamber. The elders exchanged wary glances, concern tightening their features. The room shifted instantly from curious to urgent.

Volvaria regained control. "This demands an emergency council. Gather the high orders."

She turned to a younger elder. "Send for the Master Gatekeeper. His presence is required—despite his... recent detachment."

Sophie noticed the subtle discomfort that flickered across several faces at the mention of him.

Volvaria pressed on. "We'll also need the Record Keeper. If this girl's arrival threatens the balance, it must be documented—and perhaps... amended."

Sophie stiffened. Amended? Altered? She tried to grasp the implications. "Wait—what does that mean? Alter my records? Back on Earth?"

Ealdred leaned closer, voice soft and calming. "Worry not. The Record Keeper simply ensures that all crossings between realms are recorded. It sounds more dramatic than it is."

Sophie nodded slowly, though her thoughts were still racing. "And the Gatekeeper? Why did everyone seem... unsure about him?"

Ealdred hesitated. "He's been reclusive lately. Some say he's turned to drink, others say he's just lost faith. But in his time, he was one of the wisest minds in Navaria. Hopefully, this will stir him back into purpose."

The elders gathered again, whispering among themselves. Then Volvaria turned back to Sophie, her voice firm.

"Until we understand the full extent of thy arrival—and ensure no harm befalls thee or our world—thou shalt remain under the care of Lord Eldric. His house, Gardwyn, is a sanctuary for guests and refugees."

Sophie turned to Ealdred instinctively. He offered her a reassuring smile.

"My father's manor is safe," he said. "It's more than stone and walls. You'll be looked after."

Volvaria nodded. "You'll be protected and guided. Ealdred will see to your needs."

Sophie exhaled, part relief, part apprehension. "Thank you," she said quietly, steadying her voice.

"We'll leave once the council adjourns," Ealdred added. "My mother, Lady Elowen, oversees the manor. She can be strict, but she is fair. You'll have time to rest—and adjust."

The elders nodded in agreement, signaling the decision was final. Ealdred gently led Sophie out of the hall.

As they stepped into the cool air outside, Sophie glanced back at the grand building, still echoing with ancient voices and decisions she barely understood.