The Time Traveler-Awakenings Series

Chapter 3

Dorothy and Kansas has nothing on this. 

This was my honest first thought when I showed up in the middle of London 1749 and in the middle of the Thaw. The river Thames already was at a thin layer and when I appeared? Oh the Frost Fair that year was over. (All of this I figured out later and Frost Fairs were basically festivals on ice, like a winter circus) I faded in and out of reality when I stabilized the ice cracked. Needless, to say I ran like hell on high water.

Ice cracking, feet pounding, me shivering harder than doorstopper when flicked, and yet...I felt a rush like never before! I'd always wanted secretly to be a time traveler now I ran out and leaped onto the streets of London 1749. Amazing! Now to get back...I tried focusing on the time I left then a couple minutes after that time, and I tried and tried and tried etc. I eventually found out that I was stuck in London 18th century. First things first trying not to panic (While panicking quite a lot) I thought "What do I have on me?" If I was stuck permanently I'd need new clothes and get rid of my phone/wallet/money. I mean who knows what could happen?

And with that thought I had a very, very hard panic attack. Butterfly effect! What if I change reality? What if I accidentally erased myself out of existence? What if....I destroyed the whole universe by just traveling back in time??!!! No I can't think like that look towards what you can control. First I'm gonna need clothes don't want to be hanged for having to bright colors for 18th century London. 

Ended up finding the nearest shop on the other side of the city and walked in the door and was immediately turned away. The people inside laughed at me "Make your own clothes! What do you think textiles are for?" they said. Right, London 1749 they made their own clothes this was going to be more difficult then I thought.

I bounced around shops for hours and hours, and finally someone noticed my weird clothes. The old shopkeeper inquired about them.

Mustering my best British accent I said "They were made specially, but my family is now fallen from good standing, may I trade these clothes for a decent coat, pants, shoes and 1 pound? That may seem high but look at the strength if you could replicate this you would be renowned across Europe!" 

"Well, you speak like you' a noble but I can't give you a full pound five shillings is the best I got," the tailor said. 

Agreeing I was fitted and left the shop shortly I looked out at the quiet and dismal London and thought "I'll leave here as soon as I can friends, but first I need to figure out how."

(Author's Note I know this process would take longer, but were going to be quick for my sanity. Thanks!)

~~~~~~2 years later~~~~~~~~~

I run down the street and jump up and over a cart narrowly missing being trampled by the oxen pulling it. With the King's Guard behind and the loaf of bread, apple, and The National Gazette in hand I veered down a dark alley. It's been 2 years since I came to London and now I cracked it last night at 5:21 I felt something, something that felt just right and suddenly it was 6:23. Tried again 7:53! I whooped and partied had whooped and cried for an hour.

Now the reason why I didn't just zap back was because 1. I had to grab my hidden future stuff from around London. 2. I needed to see if when I got back if it was an alternate timeline or the same one (i.e newspaper) and 3. if when I traveled with degradable things like food or people do they die, wither, or stay the same? (Again i.e Apple) 4.  Not only that I was just plain hungry. (i.e ... oh you get it) 

So now adrenaline pumping, feet pounding, and ice on my breath just how I came here I breathed in stopped looked around and looked at the King's Guard and smirked. My skin crackled, my eyes turned electric blue, and I flew through the timestream red, yellow, black all combining in flashes colors I couldn't describe bloomed and then, finally I was back...in my demolished house. 

Everywhere around it was like a nuclear blast went off, but the real kicker was there sitting in the old beanbag was Sofia if Sofia was 56 years old.