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“Young lady, get out here and face your problems like an adult!” The Brit yelled as he pounded his fist on your front door; which you had locked and held you body up against.

After everything had gone down with the rabbit monster, you were in such panic that you had grabbed the book and bolted to your house and locked the strange man outside. You had no idea what was going on, but you didn’t like it one bit! You felt that it would be better off to go inside and wait until he left. You were half tempted to call the police. But he had saved you, after all.

“No! I’m barely an adult! I don’t wanna!” You hollard back; pressing yourself harder against the door.

“If you’re gonna be that way, then you leave me no choice.” He stood back and held his hand at the door. Closing his eyes, he began to concentrate strongly; muttering an ancient language under his breath. The wind began to pick up and tossed his scruff blonde hair about; his cloak flowing thickly in the breeze.

You looked out the door’s window view to find him slowly building up a large, golden ball of light in the palms of his hands. You felt your heart sink into your gut and the blood drain from your face. He was going to blow up the door?! You quickly swing open the door in panic.

“OKAY! THE DOOR IS OPEN! STOP IT!”

You break his concentration and he frowns, “Well, you’re no fun. I was just going to blow it off of it’s hinges.”

“You were going to blow the door off of it’s hinges?! And what would happen to me if you had done that?!”

“That’s up to you to decide.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!”

His emerald eyes glare at you strongly and began sparking with annoyance. “Listen here, brat. If I don’t get that book and it’s holder back to my world, your ‘happy’ universe here in your world is going to cease to exist within a matter of days. If you wish to go back to your dull, everyday life, then give me the book now and I’ll be off to find it’s keeper.”

You watched his face mold into a thicker frown as he begins to lose his patients. You look down at the thick, brown book that held tightly in your arms against your chest. You couldn’t possibly let this go. Mr. Livingston had given it to you. He had given you this book along with his wishes.

You glare back at him.

“I can’t.”

His eyes widen, “Oh? And why the hell not?”

You slap your hand against your chest, landing above your heart, and said with a strong tone, “I made a promise to someone very important to me. And I intend to keep it. If you want this book, you’ll have to take me with you.”

He tilts his head in disbelief, “....Huh?”

“You heard me,” You barked; crossing your arms around the book tighter and pouting. “I’m never going to give it up.”

The Brit sighed heavily as he rolled his neck from side to side; popping it loudly. He lots out a hot hisses through his teeth and glares at you again. “Okay. Very well then.”

Without warning, he leans down and quickly picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You begin to wiggle and thrash about, still be sure to hold on to the book.

“LET ME GO!” You pound your fists on his back; kicking your legs about wildly. “LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!”

“Aw, shut up, will ya?” He growled loudly as he walked with you outside into the street.

He placed his hand out in front of him again and reached into his pocket with his other hand. He pulled a small, glass tube that was closed off by a wooden cork. He brought the tube to his mouth and bit the cork; pulling it out with his teeth with a loud ‘POP’. He poured the bottles remains directly into his hand; golden dust falling out slowly into his palms. He gave it one last shake until only a tiny speck gentle fell out. He let the glass tube slip from his hands fall to the ground.

“That’s littering.” You scolded. “If you’re going to save the world, don’t litter, dummy.”

“Shut up.” He barked back darkly.

He blew into the dust gently and let it spray the air in front of him in a mist of gold. The dust gathered together in a bright light and formed what looked like a swirling, golden portal. The quicker the sand began to circle itself, the more a picture began to appear.

“Shall we?” He asked as he gave you a sideways glance. “Just kidding, You don’t have a choice now, do you?”

He casually stepped into the portal and it closed immediately behind him. It looked like he had walked through that portal for no reason, because you were still at the same place. It was still night. Your house was still there. Nothing had changed. In the midst of your confusion, he set you down to your feet; you still staring off into space.

“Is something the matter?” He questioned. “You’re not throwing a fit like a little baby anymore.”

“I don’t understand..” You admitted. “We just went through that portal of yours...yet we’re still in the same place. We didn’t go anywhere.”

“Or so you think.” He pulled his golden pocket watch out and examined the time. “We need to get going.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because, this the time when all the little monsters come out to play. And, frankly, I’m not fond of them. They’re annoying. Let’s go.”

He grabbed your wrist and the two of you began to hurry your way down the street. A faint glowing caught the side of your vision and you turned your head in curiousity. Little paper lanterns began to float up from the ground; phasing through the ground as if they were like a ghost.

“Whoa! Did you see that?!” You called out. “Those lanterns-!...They just-!..”

“Hmm? Oh. Yes. They do that.” He didn’t sound interested at all. He didn’t even turn his head. “That means they’re waking up. Lovely. We’re too late…..quickly now.”

He forced the two of you to quicken your pace past the houses that were lighting up. The doors open and transparent creatures of all shapes and sizes began to become translucent until they were a whole figure in existence. It was all so captivating! It was like your whole town, your whole life, was a fairytale and you didn’t even know it!

“This is all so amazing!” Your eyes shimmered with excitement as you tried to take everything in at once.

He couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle; a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You couldn’t see it of course, but he was amused by your fascination.

“Don’t get too carried away, now. They just might trick you into selling your very soul.”

You jolted harshly at the thought and you squeezed his hand in fear. “R-....Really?”
He slipped his hand away from your grip and held in it in his own; blushing furiously. “O-Of course not, you dummy. They’re magical creatures, not spiritual beings. Geez..”

You watched his frown scrunch into an embarrassed mess; the back of his hand covering his mouth in attempt to hide it better. You couldn’t help but smile and let out a sweet giggle.

“You’re pretty funny, Mr…...uh……” You paused. You hadn’t learned his name and now you felt rude for not asking it. Then again, you did meet under strange circumstances..

“Arthur.” He finished your sentence for you. “Arthur Kirkland.”

“Arthur Kirkland.” The name rolled off your tongue in a pleasant way and made your lips tingle with excitement.

“E-Er….yes….that is...my name..” He cleared his throat awkwardly.

You could tell by the cracks in his voice that he was getting flustered again. He was easily thrown off for someone who seemed to have a fifty foot pole up their ass.

“Where are we going-” You began.

“What’s your name-” He interrupted.

You both became silent; waiting for the other to start. Awkward moments passed and you grew impatient.

“Why were you-” You started.

“How about we-” He cut in.

Another moment of silence. You both looked to the side and just stayed that way for a while; you holding on tightly to your book the entire time. Since you hugged it’s presence, it made you think of your promise to Mr. Livingston. What were you going to write? The idea’s were endless, yet you couldn’t think of anything at the moment.

“So, about me being in your world...” Arthur began, finally breaking the silence. “I was searching for that book. The person who had written that book lived a very long time ago in my world. No one knows where they had gone, but they just disappeared one day with that book you have. It may not seem like it, but that book holds many secrets of both worlds. In fact, it could have the answer to save both worlds.”

You pulled the book from your chest and studied in amazement. All of the endless possibilities with this one book.

“And how are we going to do that?” You ask. The task seemed very vast and trialsome. You couldn’t possibly imagine yourself saving the your world and this new world. You were, well, only human!

“I know a guy.” He smirked. “He’ll know what to do.”

And with that, the two of you marched through this strange, unpredictable world with no worries. At least, not yet.