Once upon a time there
was a girl named Helena. She was a bit bored one day, and was
feeling perhaps a little down because nothing interesting ever
happened, and if it did she either hesitated until it was too late,
or nothing good came of it. All of this, however, was about to
change (cue dramatic suspension, and possibly a wait with baited
It was raining. Helena
didn't mind, though; she liked the rain, so long as it didn't hurt.
But then again that's hailstones and not rain, so there's no point
even in mentioning it. Staring out of the window, she decided to
immerse herself in it, and go for a walk, as it wasn't like she had
anything else to do.
She put on her wellies
and coat, grabbed her wonderful pink plastic bubble dome umbrella,
ella, and walked right up to the front door.
It was at this very
moment that something rather profound fell out of Helena's pocket;
it was a small pouch made of a lovely, smooth, light material, and
was of a colour that was quite undeterminable (the closest you
could possibly get would be blue/grey/green-ish, but then again
that could be completely wrong; maybe I'm just colourblind, like
Martin Scott). Something altogether ethereal counted itself the
content, and some of this just so happened to trickle out and land
on Helena's wellington boots, as she picked up the bag, and
wondered what it was.
She was so absorbed in
examining this little bag- because it was shiny, of course- that
she failed to notice the strange yet subtle merging of her
surroundings into that of another world.
"Pixie Dust..." Helena
mused, reading the delicate shiny writing on the shiny bag. "I
wonder what this stuff could do. Assuming it works, of
She looked up.
A thousand thoughts
simultaneously crossed Helena's mind at that point, one of the most
prominent being: did someone spike my Sunny D? (She had consumed
the Florida sort, of course, because everyone knows that it beats
the California one, hands down).
Despite her obvious
astonishment, Helena could not help but register that all of it was
quite beautiful. She was standing on a ledge, halfway up or down
the side of a waterfall, depending on what kind of person you are,
or whether you don't really care and say it differently every time.
The brilliant sunshine refracted in the water, to reveal some very
pretty rainbow spectrums, and the land behind and around her
boasted some perfectly lovely plants and flowers of every nice
colour (because khaki and burgundy don't paint a good picture). It
was all rather wet near the waterfall, so at least Helena's
rainclothes hadn't been wasted.
Remembering where she
came from, however, Helena spun around, to reopen the front door
she had just closed behind her, but somehow it looked dull, less
real than the sparkling world around her. Upon closer inspection,
looking behind the frame, it appeared to be just a door, standing
on a grassy ledge next to a waterfall, and the number had been
eaten by some invisible air monster, and replaced with a little
carving in the mahogany, reading 'out of order'.
After opening it, and
finding nothing but empty space, and the inside of the frame,
Helena spared herself a little time for contemplation.
she thought, I appear to be in
another world, or place, at least, that glitters and sparkles and
seems to be saying 'Look at me, I'm a pretty place in another
world! You're about to have an adventure!', which is strange and
worrying enough in itself. What's even more worrying, perhaps, is
that I can't get back, so it looks like im stuck in magic mushroom
land. Alternatively, I could be on magic mushrooms.
She pondered this and
gave herself a good hard pinch on the arm, receiving a blossoming
bruise and the assumption that what she was experiencing must be
real, or as real as magic fairy lands can be, in return.
So, I'm probably
definitely here. What should I do? I can either stay here, and get
bored by the pretty flowers and annoyed by the constant waterfall,
or have a look around and have an adventure, or maybe even go on a
quest. The second option sounds fun, but quests are normally
dangerous and I don't want to die here. Then again, I'd probably
die of boredom and starvation staying here and waiting for my front
door, to work, which could take years. I think I'll quest
Feeling all the better
for making decisions, Helena looked at her door.
Considering that I can't
get back through it yet, I should really lock it, because if any
kind of LSD weirdo gets in there, I will not hear the end of it
from my Mam.
After the important
business of door-locking, which was really sensible, as anyone
could have went in and stolen their television. Haha, foiled that
Ahead of her, to the
other side of the waterfall, there was a brilliant white city, and
it looked so shiny that Helena felt she just had to go there. She
stepped closer to the waterfall, trying to figure out a way across,
and a little white bridge appeared on her ledge, leading across to
the sloping hill on the other side. Helena couldn't help thinking
it was just like that amazing TV show she used to watch as a child;
William's Wish Wellingtons (shame on you if you haven't seen
"I'd better put the
umbrella up." she said simply before crossing the bridge, humming
the theme tune to William's Wish Wellingtons. Once across, Helena
guessed that she was looking at about a half hour's brisk walk to
reach the edge of the city, but could not be sure, as she didn't
have a very good perception of time or distance. She could,
however, balance a spoon on her nose for sixteen minutes
fifty-eight seconds, which is quite a feat, if you've ever tried