Once on a sunny morning mr.Anderson walked out of his house, He never saw coming that he would be transported to another world.
Instead of standing in his garden. He now finds himself standing in the midst of an bustling market and there are all kinds of mythical beings here, as well as some creatures that look like animals that you would see on earth.
In the market stalls there are all sorts of items, there are weapons, shields, cloths, pots, urns and even glowing ores!
Mr.Andersson is feeling overwhelmed by the amount of unknown things that he sees in front of him, So he decides to try and ask what the name of this city is.
Now who do I ask how this city is called? I thought as I was curiously looking around.
Mr.Andersson soon spots an place in the market that isn't as crowded as the rest of it.
It's probably easier to talk to someone in a spot that's a little bit quieter.
As mr.Andersson walks over to the quiet part of the market he bumps into a shady looking person, he can't quite make out how he looks because this person had concealed their face.
"I'm sorry." I reply almost as an reflex.
The hooded person nods and calmly moves on, And so does mr.Andersson.
Mr.Andersson has a hard time getting to the silent part of the market, there are allot of people wandering around and he doesnít know the way around, and it doesn't help that the market almost looks like a maze.
"How am I ever going to get through here?" I mumble to myself.
"Maybe I can be of service!" A girly voice sounds from behind him.
Mr.Andersson turns around to see who just said that, And before him he sees a girl roughly 1,60m tall Red eyes and she even has cat ears and a tail.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I am Sicillia from the third district! I show people around, or take them on a tour through the lovely city of Evangar, And in return i get paid." she says with a smile.
"Oh so this city is called Evangar? Co-" Is all i could say before I got interrupted.
"How can you not know in which city you are!?" She yells.
"Well I-" Are the only words i could say before she interrupted me again.
"Are you really forgetful or just plain stupid?" She says hitting a nerve.
"Well if you would let me talk for a minute I could explain it." I tell her with an annoyed voice.
"Hmm that sounds interesting mister! Do tell me why you didn't know that you were in the capital of the world!" she says with a superior voice and a smug face.
"Wait did you just say capital of the world?" I say with perplexion in my voice.
"..." She doesn't say a word and just looks at me waiting for the explanation.
"Well I guess Iíll start explaining myself, Not that there is much to explain...."
"The only thing I really remember is that I wanted to get the newspaper and instead of stepping into my garden I ended up in this market." As I said that I realized that I really have no idea about what brought me here..
What did bring me here?...
Before i could think of anything else Sicillia started to talk again.
"Oooh I see you're one of those people that come from the second dimension, that explains everything!" she says now smiling again.
"Wait there are more people than me that suddenly end up here?" I ask getting my hopes up.
"Yes! There are allot of people that just end up here, None of them know how they get here they just do." after she said that she pointed at a huge tower off in the distance
"Their researching the second dimension in that tower over there, Although as far as I know they havenít actually made any progress what so ever." she continued.
"So what you're saying is that there's no way for me to go home?" i asked losing all my hope.
"Thatís exactly what Iím saying." as she said this her ears suddenly moved and she had an expression as if she suddenly remembered something.
"I never asked for your name!" she says loudly.
"O.. My name is Andersson, But please call me mr.Andersson."
"That's a little strange isn't it? How come that you want to be called that?" She tilts her head to one side in confusion.
"Oh... It's just something.... Personal." I said hesitant.
"Well then I wonít ask anything else." She said while tilting her head back and smiling.
"I guess that it'd be best to take you to the refugee camp."
"It's not far away and you will probably get killed if you stay out here." she said as if it was nothing special.
"Is this city that dangerous?" I asked.
"Well it's not that dangerous if you are born in this world. But there are allot of factions that want people that come from the second dimension to go away." as she says this her smile turns into a frown.
"So people really are the same no matter where you go..." I say quietly to myself.
"what did you just say?" She asks.
"Oh nothing, just pretend I didn't say anything." I said in a slightly somber way.
"Is something wrong mr.Andersson?" It seems as if she noticed that my tone changed a little bit.
I guess I will live a horrible live here to...
Maybe I would be better of declining Sicillia's offer..
I didn't have allot of reasons to live on earth...
Leave alone in a world where nobody even knows me..
Maybe dying isn't that bad of an experience?...
If I died here nobody would even know who I am...
What should I do?...