Long Live The Queen

    A door slammed behind me. I could hear the door locking me inside as if I was in prison and awaiting my death. "Mr. Evans! Welcome to the chamber." There was a man dressed in a crimson red suit glaring at me through the window on the other side. Curiously, I walked to the middle of the room, noticing that there was nothing but a table. "I believe you've already been briefed on the contents of this mission, Mr. Evans." I looked back at the window, thinking I had gone crazy; it was a woman who was talking to me. Surely enough, the man's secretary stood beside him, smiling at me. No one had told me the name of the man, but I assumed he was the person in charge. The secretary had short blonde hair with blue eyes, and she was wearing a professional-looking blue dress. The man, on the other hand, had black hair and brown eyes. "Alright, we're going to get you to lay down on the table," demanded the man. Walking over to the table, lights began to switch on around me. The walls were pure white, but it was as if they were made of cushions... I didn't understand exactly why there needed to be cushions on the walls if all I was going to do was lay down on a table. As soon as I sat down on the table, it began to mold around my body. Even as I turned on my side so I could lay down, it continued, making sure that my head was up and that I could look at the window. "It must be your first time, Mr. Evans," noticed the man. "The molding feature of our newest table is quite unusual, we know," he spoke as if he knew everything. Honestly, he probably did know everything. The corporation that owned the building was pretty well-known for being able to plant computer chips in their employees' brains so they could perform perfectly. Unfortunately, they never released that technology to the public, and as far as I know, it's just a petty rumor. I didn't have the courage to ask anyone about it, anyway. The secretary's soft voice entered my ears again. "We'll be sending a quick shock to your nervous system now. Just so you're informed, the shock will be altering the electrons in your brain so that you will forget the memories of the transportation." Great. As I saw the secretary flip a switch on the board in front of them, I instantly felt the most excruciating pain in my head and spine. The pain was gone in a matter of seconds. "You handled that very well for a first-timer," said the commander. Thanks, I thought. For some reason, I felt like he told that to everyone so they would feel better while going through the actual transportation. "You must be wondering how it's going to feel. Don't worry, I'd say the first shock is the most painful thing you'll have to endure today," the secretary told me. She seemed a lot nicer than the man.

I had been living in this building for two weeks now, preparing myself for the ordeal that I would endure when being transported. I was told that I was going to the year 1475, where I'd witness the War of Castilian Succession.

"Surely, you've been notified that you'll recall nothing of your life in the present day, yes?" the man in the suit asked me. I slightly shook my head, replying, "Wasn't told that. I was only told what I'd see, not what I'd do." I was satisfied with my reply. It was the truth, but I wanted answers, even if I didn't ask a question. The secretary shot me a smile and started to answer, "Yes, by protocol, you're not told every detail. However, now that you're on the table, I can tell you." I thanked her for being kind, but I was quickly interrupted by the man. "No, I can tell him. You're only my secretary, remember?" He laughed. I disliked him. "Looking at your character file, it seems that you'll be living through the eyes of Ferdinand II, King of Aragon and Sicily." I nodded, happily accepting the person I would become. "Looks like you'll have a pretty wife," said the secretary, giggling softly. I smiled at her and saw her smile back. It was as if she was trying to hide it like she wasn't allowed to smile on the job. I thought it lightened the mood. "Get comfortable. It'll be over in a flash, and you'll be seeing through Ferdinand's eyes," explained the man. He flipped a switch on the board and I instantly began to feel like I was not myself anymore. "Don't worry, we'll be monitoring you the whole time. We won't be able to interfere with what you do in the past, but it won't affect the future. You'll most likely follow through with actual history, anyway," the secretary was reassuring me. Flashes of white lights passed around me until one huge flash practically blinded me.