Pastel Rainbow

American Pink

I remember the day the world vanished. I remember the day I found myself in another universe, a long way from home. In a strange place indeed. I found myself on a planet called Earth. In a place with no dragons, wyverns, or anything like me. Don't ask what I am, for it is not as simple as that. It never was and never will. Sorted? Good. I landed (or rather woke up on) a country called North America. In a city called New York.

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It is crazy, I must be dreaming. The universe is spinning and fading, but not me. The battles continue to rage on, yet I have not been killed yet. I was about to die. The soldiers are still shooting at me. Is this how people die? Feeling that the world is disappearing, and yet it is them who will never see, hear, smell, touch, walk ever again. But I can't be dying, or the soldiers wouldn't still be shooting. I feel my eyelids close. But I can't be dying. I would be in pain if I were dying, and I feel as if I am drifting off to sleep. 

I am being woken. Woken by a crowd of people, staring at me. Of course they are, I must feel alien to them. They are clearly not of my homeland, my homeland is fading. Maybe it is dead by now. Who knows, I certainly don't. A couple of the people take out phones and take photos of me. A few more do the same. And more, and more and more. But a few are shooing those taking pictures away. Coming over to me, helping me get up. I like them. I like them a lot. One stands out to me the most. That very one seems to be helping me the most. "Hi," I say to them. 

They reply, "Hi, What's your name?"

"I am... I am... Oh great Draconic, I can't remember who I am!" It's true, I can't recall a thing about myself. Only that I left a planet, a universe, on the verge of destruction. Complete and utter destruction. And what is 'Draconic'? Why did I say it?

"I'm Sage. And you need a new name, if you can't remember your old one. Lets call you... Ann? Ann Pink?"

"Sure, Sage. If you mind me asking, where am I?" I look up. The sky is full of lights and clouds. And tall building that scrape through the tips of the night. The light seems to come from them. It is very odd.

"You're in America, Pink. New York City, to be exact. Welcome to the USA, Ann Pink." Sage smiles at me, then signals to the rest that they can leave now. I feel that I have found somewhere I will be safe. For now. No one is ever safe forever.