Coundon, Coventry, West Midlands, England
I felt the force of the car. I tumbled to the ground, and knew what was coming. I looked up to see my best friend, Kate, and heard her try to reassure me I was going to be O.K. I could hear a man dialling 999 for an ambulance, but in my heart I knew it would be too late. I felt the life force being pulled out of me as I slowly slipped away. My eyelids fluttered until they could no longer stay open. I could no longer hear the outside world, only the voice of my mother, repeating the words “I love you” over and over again.I could see stars collide and the air was alive with my fading memories as my breathing grew fainter. I felt my world collapsing around me, and it was all I could do but wish for it to end. And so it did, with my last, short breath...
My surroundings were completely unfamiliar to me. The bed which I sat on was not my own. My fuzzy memory made me realise that there was no way I could be here. I remembered the end of my life. I looked around the room and saw that this was the home of someone royal. The bed sheets were soft and made of the finest silks, and the furnishings were expensive, however it occurred to me that the furniture would be considered old fashioned where I lived. I wondered how my Mother was. I couldn’t help but cry. But before I could even try to figure out what was going on, someone entered the room. The man was tall and handsome, with olive coloured skin. His eyes were a deep colour that I couldn’t figure out.
“Princess Adeola, I had to see for myself if it was true... You look so different...” I had no idea what the man was talking about, and it angered me that no one would tell me what I was doing here; how I was still alive.
“What are you talking about? I’m not a princess, what am I doing here?” He shook his head at my questions, and then another man entered the room. He was about the same height as the first man, but he had paler skin and his eyes were blue, while his hair was black.
“She does not know, Lucas. How do we tell her?” The first man had addressed the second man as Lucas. It was so frustrating that they were ignoring me, and not answering me.
“Adeola, what do you remember?”
“MY NAME ISN’T ADEOLA!” I screamed. I had felt like throwing the vase on the bed stand at them, but I needed to know the truth, so I restrained myself from doing so.
“Please, just tell us what you remember” Lucas was insistent, so I had had no choice but to answer him.
“I...I got hit by a car and then I don’t remember. I died. I can’t be here, what did you do to me?” Lucas shook his head and asked me to follow him. I did as I was told, as I felt like I had no other option. He led me through passageway after passageway, and I soon knew I was in some sort of palace.I was able to look at myself in a mirror next to a door we stopped at. I was wearing a long, white nightgown, and my hair had been plaited. But how could I be here, dressed, clean and fresh? I was dead, so how could I be alive?
Lucas took me into another room. I gazed in wonder at it. Paintings and portraits plastered the walls, which were covered in some sort of flower wallpaper. The furniture of the room was grand, and it was intimidating to look at it. There was only one person in the room, sitting on a throne near the back.
“Queen Wefshalia, your daughter, Princess Adeola,”
“Daughter!?” I was completely confused by now, and I didn’t care who stood in front of me, I just wanted to know what was going on. The “Queen” stepped toward me and handed me a piece of paper. She was had hesitated to come anywhere near me, let alone give me that letter. She nodded at Lucas, who proceeded to drag me back to the room I had woken up in, and then left me. I felt like I had just been abandoned in a world I didn’t belong to. I stared at the paper I had been given, and began to read the words...
Trust me when I say I know how difficult this is for you. I know how difficult it is for me, and I at least know some of the story. Sixteen years ago, you disappeared. We searched the entire Kingdom for you, with no luck. Our only conclusion was that you had been killed, and somehow your body was disposed of without a trace. Well, at least that was what the civilians were told. Now, before I can continue, Adeola, you must know that this world is completely different to your own. Magic DOES exist here, and so do those magical creatures you believed in as a child. But the curses of war only left the royal blood line with the magical powers. Now, you are one of the royal bloodline, which is why you were transported here as you died. It is an ancient power that pulls someone in grave danger of death back home. This is your home Adeola. We don’t know how you ended up in that world, but we do know you are here now. I need to speak to you about taking the throne-
At this point I threw the letter across the room. This was ridiculous. But before I had time to do anything, the first man I had seen came into the room.
“Princess, your mother wishes to speak to you. I assume you have read the letter?” Despite the fact I had not read all of it, I nodded slowly, containing my frustration and anger. He left the room, and for a moment, it felt to me that the world was completely silent. Then my “Mother” entered. She looked at me intently, but did not move. I returned her stern stare by looking at her directly in the eye. For a split second, it felt like I could see right through her, but she dropped her gaze and walked toward me.
“Adeola, I know you did not read the entire length of that letter, why?”
“This is crazy. It’s some sort of dream...It....It can’t be real!” I was confused and annoyed. People thought I was a different person, and that my name was different. My name had always been something I treasured, something that I could always call mine. And now they were ripping it away from me. And as my anger built, I felt a strange sensation within me. Something I had never felt before. Something indescribable. My eyes burned and my hands buzzed with energy.
“Adeola?”I could barely hear the woman sitting beside me. I concentrated on a wooden chair. Before I knew what I was doing, it burst into flames. I was so surprised that I lost my focus on the chair and the flames died away instantly. I turned slowly toward the Queen.
“I...I...” She nodded at me, and my question was answered. It was me who lit the chair alight. What they were telling me was true. I stood up and looked out of the window.
“Who am I?” It was the question that had played on my mind ever since I had woken up. The land outside was the perfect picture of peace and tranquillity. The grass was a lush green and the sky a deep blue. People ran around, going about their business. How could I come to accept this land would soon be mine?
“You, Adeola, are a special, young girl. Special to so many people. Special to me, special to your family, and special to the world you have just left behind. But now you are special to this world too. You have to accept this is your home...” I faced the queen as she spoke. How could I do as she said? How could I become this new person?