Present Time
I entered the human realm, the sky light with a dark gradient. The sun was going down. Sometimes I forget that the human realm has both a moon and a sun. The people were out, young ones, fresh out of college. I could smell the ragged champaign on their skin as I passed by. I hate champaign, rich people smell, or that's what they think.
I walk into a large building, old and built with sand coloured bricks. The stairs were quartz white and the doors were just a slightly different coloured from the bricks. I walked in with an agile step. It was half empty, with only a few older humans there and even then they were only interested in the dead dinosaurs. I walked into the cultural section. Artifacts from Africa, South America, and Egypt were displayed. I went to the back, where the Asian artifacts were held. It was a large room, where swords, daggers and pots with carvings were held. It also showed ancient Korea and the Princess of that time, as well as her boat. My boat. It was old and run down, and the paint was peeling off but it was still in amazing shape, like the very day I took it to this very ship to the new world. My league sent me down with a job, but I was directed to Korea instead of the new land, which was where I was supposed to be. But, something pushed me to Korea, she said it was an old spirit she used to know and to leave it to her to deal with.
If only she really did.
I got closer to my ship, my name engraved in it, Nayeon. In the beautiful teal paint is my name in Korean. 나연. It feels like home, it even smells like it. I looked at the panel that talks about it. The story is sad and it is written like I died. It read,
In the 1500s, Princess Nayeon set out for America. Her very boat was uncovered years ago in the Pacific Ocean in between South Korea and California. One terrible storm caught up to her boat and it was struck down and she and all of the crew members were drowned in the process. Her body was never found but most of the crew members were uncovered. All that was left of her known presence was her precious Jade necklace that was given to her by her beloved father on her sixteenth birthday.
I remember that night. The night the storm came in. We had tried to get away from it for weeks, but it was just too fast. The ship went down, a piece of the wood pierced through my heart. I can still see the blood, running out of my body and mixing with the ocean water. I felt the soul of myself leaving. The water was dark and I couldn't see anything, I died in fear that night. My body returned to Her. A galaxy god who controls the solar system. Her name is Yeona and of course her brother Boyoung, who made the Semi-Versi. She brought me back to life, and shot me back down to earth, in a land they call California now. People settled there already, but I was looked down upon. I didn't have features that the Americans and Europeans did. I didn't even look Korean anymore. I only had my beauty and my black hair left. My skin was paler, and my eyes were the brightest blue. I didn't look the same. I wasn't the same. I remember that day, I was pummeled back down to earth, it still leaves a crater.
That day, on the very same day, something else was shot into earth. It was a different creation. Something different from Witches and Humans. It was a Semi-Versi A being that can live for as long as they like, as many lives as they want, as many appearances as they want. A demi-god shapeshifter. A creation made by Yeona's half sister. But, they had been banished for deceit long ago.
I asked myself that night, why would that be here? And, how? I remember the look in his eyes when he saw me. Glowing, hazel brown eyes. Sun kissed skin and curly dirty-blond hair that reached his shoulders. He was smaller than me, shorter. I stood with the power I had left. I walked through the little bit of brush there was left, and I saw him up close. His form was glitching. Malfunctioning. He looked at me with desperation. I helped him. And it was my worst mistake.
I had already lost everything, he was the reason I lost much more, but gained a brain and smarts in the process. Dolion was his name. He sounded sweet, understanding, trustworthy. Oh, how I wish I didn't fall for him. It would've saved me a great time. But, he charmed me and I let him. And now, because of his actions, he is stuck in a void he will never escape.
I always come here, the museum is always empty. It brings back the memories I have of Iced Tea and him. And how I became myself, how I am now.
I exited the museum, closing time came close. The young adults, their scent covered in alcohol, walked in groups, hogging the whole side walk, making it hard to create a portal to go back. I trotted fast, trying to find an alley. I came across a dimly lit one. It would have to do. I made the portal with a wave of my finger. I was about to walk in until I heard whimpering. I looked around. There was nothing to be seen. But, where was that sound coming from?
I looked closer and saw a young child, a human one, covered in rags and carrying what seemed to be an infant. Devastation ran over my body. How did such small children get on the streets?
They whimpered in pain and hunger, the baby looked as if she would die the next day. The boy didn't even look like he could speak. Where was the mother? The father? Nobody was there for them. And yet, they still survive, despite their situation. It was cold out, all of the clothes went to the starving baby. This baby can't eat solids yet, could she? But, I can't bring humans to the witch realm. Humans won't fit in there. They can't survive. But, I can't leave them here. I just can't.
I made a decision.
I picked them off the ground, and carried them through the portal. Maybe someone there would take care of them. It only shows the terrible creation of human beings. Maybe, with the good heart of witches, they can become something greater than what they could've as humans. Something splendid. These children deserve a childhood that they will remember for years. Something to tell their kids when they have them, or to tell their husbands or wives, or friends.
They will be my little royals.