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Judgement Day

Maybe it was the way things started seeming off to me that day. The air felt stale and the weather too plain. The people around passed by like a blur.

It was just... off.

Though I continued on with my life as if it were no different. Waking in the morning, attending school, studying, avoiding the other classmates, and returning home.

I had been ordered by my mother to attend a dinner party for her company manager that night. The night where the stars hid from the sky and the moon seeming far too distant.

Mother called me her little jewel. When I was born, people thought they were seeing things. That maybe they were tired or stressed. But nothing was wrong.

I was born with unnatural crystal blue hair. Living in a world of brunettes and dyed hair became tormenting.

But mother treasured it. Maybe too much. I felt as if she were putting me on display wherever we went. This ball would be no different. Fancy gowns and expensive food. My dress was less formal than the evening gown my mother grew fond of. It was short, not particularly liked for events like these. But I wanted a distraction. Something to take their eyes off of my hair for once.

When we walked into the large room I felt like a baby lamb being tosed into the lion's den. All eyes were on me. As I walked further in my vision phased in and out.

It seemed like my surroundings weren't really there. I reached out for something to hold on to but only found empty space.

When I blinked, openening my eyes, the bright light of day and the bustle of a slightly-medieval city enveloped me.

Demi-humans walked the streets like it was nothing new. I looked around for something familiar, anything like a monument or sign, but I couldn't read anything. It was all in some foreign language.

Glancing down the street I spotted a boy staring at his surroundings. He wore a normal tracksuit and held a grocery bag in his hand. Maybe he knew what happened to us.

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