The moon was high up in the sky and shining down on everything below. The stars twinkled in their delightfulness and watched the silence of the streets below them. As the only source of light in Harper Street, the moon shone brightly. In one particular house in the middle of the street, a young girl was sleeping in her bedroom, dreaming of the fantasies that she was hoping to write down the next day. Her twin brother was also asleep, but had fallen asleep reading a book on the science of nature. As they slept, a purple light crept into their rooms and filled them with light. The source of the light was coming from the very end of their back garden, which continued to shine until the moon began to set and the sun began to rise. No one had seen this purple light or the source of it and to the people in Harper Street, it was going to be another hot, sunny Tuesday in July.

The sun was shining down on the garden and the flowers were in bloom. The grass was emerald green and the roses were blood red. Sitting on the bench at the bottom of the first part of their garden, were two young children; one boy and one girl. These children were not just siblings but fraternal twins. They had the same dark brown hair and the same sky blue eyes but the girl was slightly taller than the boy was. They were doing separate things but both were smiling. Desiree was writing and Demetrius was reading a book: Two-Thirds: A History of our Galaxy. Demetrius looked up from his book to see his twin sister, scribbling away in her notebook.

“I can’t believe you still write those stupid stories. You should be focused more on the real world than those fantasies of yours.” He told her. The smile stayed upon her face and she answered her brother calmly.

“Just because you don’t have an imagination doesn’t mean I can’t have one.” Demetrius’ smile dropped from his face and he slammed his book shut.

“For your information I do have an imagination.” Desiree could see he was struggling with what to say. She stopped writing and put the lid back on her pen.

“Well of course you have an imagination, everyone does. How do you think so many scientific creations are made? I only meant that you don’t use yours like I use mine.”

“Give me an example of how you use yours then?” he asked her. Desiree thought hard before she chose her example.

“Well for example, last night I had the strangest dream. I dreamt a purple light was coming from the bottom of our garden and there was a sort of realm gate there...”

“That’s just beyond impossible Des, you need to start focusing on more important things like careers and future plans,”

“We have plenty of time for that, I mean, we’re only fourteen, and it’s the holidays.” She replied. She smiled and laughed at her brother’s enthusiasm for the future. She knew what she wanted to do later in life but also knew her parents would not agree due to the fact that writing had no money in it really. Demetrius stood up and tucked his book under his arm.

“I’m going to the library. I want to see if father has ordered that new book we wanted.” Desiree pulled a face.

“But Demetrius, you only decided yesterday that you wanted that book and the library will be so stuffy. Why don’t you stay out here in the sun before it gets too hot?” he smiled at his sister and sat back down. Desiree stood up quite suddenly and checked around the area she was sitting in.

“What are you looking for?” he asked her.

“My sketches, I’m sure I had them earlier. Maybe I left them in the pavilion, I’ll be back shortly.” Desiree dropped her notebook and pen onto the bench beside her brother and ran through the hedge to the octagonal pavilion at the very bottom of the garden. The sun was not as bright in this small, private area of their garden but it could still be seen above the top row of the hedges. As she reached over the side of the pavilion, a small burst of purple light shone from the corner of the garden. Desiree picked up her sketches and walked towards the patch of hedge. It seemed normal but as she put her hand out to touch the hedge, it was a long way away. She didn’t understand why until she pulled her hand back and it was wet. Whatever was there, it was raining. She stepped closer and pressed her face against the ripple before the hedge.

As she looked around, she noticed that she was not in her garden anymore. She was in the middle of a street that was covered in mud and rain water. The street was empty and the windows were shut up on every house. Desiree could not believe her eyes. She was so shocked by what she had seen; she pulled her head back and nearly fell over the back of her dress. She looked as the ripple moved with the wind and finally believed she wasn’t dreaming and it wasn’t her imagination. She ran back through the hedge to find Demetrius with his head buried in the book he was reading.

“Demetrius! Demetrius, you need to come and see this. It’s really true,” she told him as she pulled him up out of the bench. She pulled him forward all of the way towards the ripple, until they finally reached it. Demetrius looked sceptical about what his sister was talking about and waited for her to tell him.

“Put your arm out and step forward,” she told him. Demetrius frowned but did it anyway to see what his sister was talking about. He stepped forward and his hand hit the hedge in front of him. Desiree frowned and looked around. Surely, this was the right place? It was here, she told herself, it wasn’t a dream. Demetrius began to walk away but Desiree followed him and explained what she had seen.

“Sounds to me, like your imagination is working in overdrive. Maybe you should stop and take a break for a while.”

“It wasn’t a dream, it was real. I saw it and I was there.” She replied.

“I’m going to tell mama you’re feeling unwell,” he told her as he walked towards the kitchen door. Desiree picked up her notebook and the sketches she had dropped and walked towards the pavilion. Why would he not believe her? Why had the ripple disappeared? She couldn’t understand it. However, when she reached the pavilion, the ripple was where she had left it previously; exactly where she had shown Demetrius. Maybe he didn’t believe in it and that is why he couldn’t see it or the reason it didn’t show itself. Desiree looked back towards the gap in the hedge and towards the house. If Demetrius didn’t believe her, she would go and see exactly what it was, that was residing in her back garden and she stepped through the ripple with her papers under her arm.