As I regain consciousness, I feel groggy and stiff like I was run over by a truck or something. I find myself leaning on the base of a huge tree shading me from the scorching sun which I get the impression that I am not a fan of. I thus try to look at my surroundings, the scenery here is quite breath taking with lush lawn, trees, and a crystalline stream that is just a few meters away from where I am sitting. I then look at myself….. I am currently wearing a black shroud with the hood covering half of my face and a white mask...was I going to a masked ball or something…??..... I am also wearing a pair of twin swords on my back under the shroud.....which I don't think they are entirely legal to have on me...….but I'd better stop thinking about this and start thinking about more important matters...

I don't remember how I got here, neither do I remember my name or who I am.

All I can remember is my abilities, I seem to be able to use magic…multiple types at that but when I try to think about my identity.... noting comes to mind ….. just darkness and a splitting headache... I'd better stop worrying about that, for now, I'd better try and get to know where the heck I am….. I think that's more important at this point…..also, I feel very thirsty and hungry, so I'd better settle that first....other things can wait….. It's not like I am in any particular hurry…. If anything happens I'll make myself invisible or teleport myself somewhere else I think I can do that...if I remember correctly... let's hope at least…

I then open the small hip bag I have attached.....even though it's small it contains a huge amount of useful stuff…amongst which are some apples and water….which immediately grab and start eating….. I remember now the bag Is actually a vault bag, a relatively new invention inspired by the famous Mary Poppins movie. I continue searching through the stuff I have, and I find an ID card which I presume it's mine ….

So my name is Robyn Reinhart D'Aguirre which feels somewhat familiar very tacky and not 100% mine..... I am 23 years old this year, and I also have my home address …. Bingo!!.

As I search further in this bag, I find a smartphone which when I put my thumb on it, got unlocked and it has google maps yessss I can go home... let's hope it's not too far because I am not feeling that great right now and well I don't feel that safe using my magic …. At least not until I know I am 100% healed.

Now that my stomach is happy, I try to get up very slowly and gently as I am under the impression that moving around will be a pain in the neck at least until I am fully recovered...with a huge effort and strength of will I manage to do that and walk towards the stream. I look at my reflection after removing my mask....phew....at least my face looks normal and identical to the one on the ID card so now I have one less problem... I then remove the shroud and the blades and put that inside the bag. Under it, I am wearing a pair of normal blue jeans and a normal white t-shirt which is splattered with dry blood coming from my scalp and let's not think about my exaggeratedly long curly freaken light blue hair looks like a birds nest in which all the family was killed in a gruesome way. Also…. with the number of bruises and grazes I have on my skin showing I look like I have been battered or something….. so I need a jacket for sure…and to give a rinse to this mess on my head...

I search in my trusty bag and low and behold I find a jacket and a clean top so after I cleaned myself as best as I could I got dressed, and at least I looked human again.... well...if I can say so...

I then look around, and in the distance, I see the remains of a burnt white racing car toppled over ….. then suddenly a flashback…I see myself exhausted after weeks of back to back duties driving this car when all of a sudden, for some reason, the car stirring wheel got stuck and well after a lot of tumbling…..ended up in this picturesque valley and dragged myself to an area of safety before my car ended up in flames ….God only knows how I managed that....hope I have a good insurance policy cause that car looks expensive.

Well at least I am still alive …..still I have no idea what my job was and what's my real identity … cause now I am 100% sure that the one I read on that ID is not my real one…but at least, now I know why I feel like hell and how I ended up here…I guess that's a start.… Now I need to find my way home wherever that is…..