Mystical girl.
...Just traversed space girl!
Liliane hadn't been warned that this would be a distinct possibility, hell she hadn't even humoured the fact that it was possible. To her knowledge space travel required technology that was far beyond their understanding. Alas, up until recently she had also assumed she was perfectly normal and any form of fantasy and magic were reserved strictly for the imagination, or childhood, in the case of those young enough to be able to picture themselves in a fanciful world.
It had all started with an invitation she'd received from unknown origins and from an unknown sender. In hindsight she should have known better and should have regarded it with a more caution but it had all worked out in the end. Over the course of that evening she had been introduced to something quite extraordinary and completely unexpected.
Suffice it to say that over that evening she had met individuals from all walks of life, oblivious to their true intentions of origins through magic she failed to understand. She'd been transformed into something akin to cinderella, face adorned with a mask and limbs shrouded by a dress she definitely didn't own. She'd seen things she didn't think possible, people talking to thin air and then seemingly spectres... Strange and exotic items that shouldn't have existed to begin with.
Critically she had been exposed to the simple fact that there was much that she still didn't know. The world had become her oyster and what she had once thought impossible was now merely implausible. Space travel in some capacity was possible, how the host had managed to achieve this was beyond her and where she had actually gone remained a mystery, but she certainly hadn't been on earth that evening.
She'd had these suspicions confirmed, strangers with a measure of courtesy about them electing to coax and prod for information by supplying small amounts of their own. Her naivety had been clear, she'd been overwhelmed and otherwise incapable of processing much of the evening. For all intents and purposes she had lived in the moment and that had probably been the overall aim; but now that she was home she did have that chance.
Well...she did now that she had accepted she'd been unceremoniously extracted from wherever she had been to begin with!
She'd known that she had supposedly come from another world but this evening had been the perfect opportunity to prove this. Somewhere, a good few thousand years ago, she had existed as another entity. She was one of those aliens and while Arthur had told her about it (sort of) she had been sceptical until now. Suffice to say that it left more questions than answers, curiosity welled up inside and for the first time she had begun to wonder if there was a way to explore.
Was her home still there?
Arthur had seemed to imply it wasn't, or if it was it would be a shadow of its former self... However if it was still there would there be any possibility of getting to it? Would she find any hint of what she might have been like, what the species she came from was like? Would she be a weird bird or something, a slug, was she fortunate enough to have found a new life with functioning limbs?
Flopping onto her bed she stared up towards the ceiling and heaved a rather weighty sigh. Even if she was to find a way to get back to wherever the generations before her had existed what would she do if she found something she didn't like. An empty wasteland wasn't very exciting and it wasn't as if the place would speak to her on a spiritual level, right?
Maybe she should ask someone else, they may know and if they did then maybe they'd warn her as to whether it was worth it...
It was food for thought as she continued to 'admire' the ceiling, though with heavy eyelids it wouldn't be long before she slipped off into a slumber.
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