Enchanted University of Magemenos

Chapter 50:Where am I?

As I walked to the dorm, a strange feeling crept over me—like someone was following me. It wasn't just paranoia; it felt too real. I glanced over my shoulder and saw a creepy old man in a tan-colored hoodie. Even though his face was hidden, something about him seemed oddly familiar.

At first, I wasn't sure if he was really following me, so I turned into a women's clothing store on the left, pretending to browse. He followed me inside, his presence looming behind me. That's when my doubt turned into certainty—he was definitely following me.

Heart pounding, I quickly left the store and started running, my mind racing. Who could this man be in this twisted world? And why did it feel like I knew him somehow?

Sprinted, heart pounding, with the man keeping up, his footsteps echoing mine. I glanced back, expecting to see him right behind me—but he was gone, vanished into thin air. My breath hitched as I whipped my head forward, only to find myself in a completely different place.

I was no longer on the familiar path to the dorm. Instead, I stood in a dark lawn, the sky as black as night. The only light came from fire torches placed at intervals, casting flickering shadows like a battlefield ready for combat. Around me were other students, their faces tense and wary, as if we'd all been thrown into some kind of eerie, otherworldly war zone. 

I found myself in the school lawn, but how? I was just on my way to the dorm—how did I end up here? My mind raced, trying to piece it all together.

In the dim light, I spotted Nathan at the far end, lighting the last fire torch. As soon as I saw him, the fear that had been crawling up my spine started to fade. Without thinking, I walked toward him, my mind buzzing with questions, but somehow, just seeing him made everything feel a little less terrifying.

"Nathan, what just happened?" I asked, hoping for some answers from the ever-composed Nathan.

He ignored me completely, like I was nothing more than a pesky mosquito.

"Hello? How did we end up here? It was day just a moment ago, how is it suddenly night?" I pressed, my confusion mounting, but Nathan remained silent, his focus elsewhere.

"When you speak, do you always talk nonsense, or is today just a special occasion?" Nathan replied, his words cutting through my thoughts.

I sighed inwardly. What did I even expect? On one hand, I'm tired of chasing after him, yet here I am again. What is wrong with me?

Suddenly, a voice crackled through the speakers. "Students, today is Friday's delight! Enjoy as much food as you want, fill yourselves up for the final activity of the week, and prepare for your last and biggest challenge," the announcement blared, adding a layer of tension to the already strange situation.

"Look at those macarons and pastries! I'm about to eat until I burst!" I said, already reaching for the nearest treat.

"Hold on! Did he just say Friday?" I asked, my voice full of disbelief, as I turned to the pale, elderly lady standing next to me.

"Yes, he did! And for someone my age, it's surprising I heard it before you did," she replied, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth, her sarcasm cutting through the air like a knife.

"Nathan, how can it be Friday? It was just Wednesday! I know you're as confused as I am, but how?" I asked, glaring at him, my mind racing.

"It is Friday. Are you still half-asleep?" he replied, barely glancing at me.

"We just finished Wednesday's game, and suddenly, while I was on my way to the dorm, running, I ended up here—in Friday's game. Wait, what game is this? Has it already started? What are the rules?" I shot questions at him, my voice rising with each one, desperate for answers.

"This is no game! No rules! Stop with your nonsense and don't disturb my pace," he snapped, his eyes focused elsewhere.

"What do you mean, 'what game'? Did you forget all this is for Sierra's Stone?" I shot back.

"Sierra's Stone? Don't make up things just because you want to talk to me," he said dismissively, not even looking at me, like I was speaking rubbish.