The Road To The PAST

Waking up in another century was never part of Mikael's plan.

His eyes fluttered open to a strange ceiling of stone, cold air stinging his lungs. He tried to sit up-only to freeze when he saw her.

An unbelievably ethereal girl knelt beside him, her silver‑blonde braided hair glowing in the dim light of the cave.

"My name is Amelía Freysdóttir, maiden of the Norðhólfur Realm," she said, voice steady but respectful. "This land belongs to the Kingdom of Hrafnheima. May I ask who you are, sire?"

Mikael could only stare.

The last thing he remembered was driving home with his colleagues, headlights cutting through the night-then a blinding white flash. And now... a cave? A girl dressed like she came from the Viking age?

This was insane.

Too real to be a dream.
Too impossible to be reality.

Before he could speak again, a sudden gust of icy wind swept through the cave-and the temperature dropped.

A woman stepped out of the shadows, tall, graceful, and terrifyingly powerful. Her presence made the guards fall to their knees instantly.

"I am Queen Annýbjörg Fríðadóttir of the Hrafnheima Kingdom," she declared. "Mother of all Fairies."

Her voice was strong enough to shake the walls.

Mikael felt nothing. No fear. No pressure.

Only a strange, unsettling familiarity.

Why do I feel like I've met her before?
Why does she look like someone I used to know?

He needed answers. And he needed them fast.