Emma laid still on the large queen-sized bed, but her mind wasn't nowhere still at all. It was running off in all directions, and she couldn't sleep.
When she had held the outstretched hand of the little girl, she had suddenly found herself at the gates of a huge castle. A type of castle she had only read off and seen in stories, and the internet. The castle was high and huge.
Keeping her silence, she had watched as the gates had opened, revealing a short, middle-aged man with long pointed ears.
An elf! She had screamed in her head, as she had stared at the man in front of her who belonged to a class of beings rumored to have had an affinity to strong magic.
"Elves are real?" She had bent a little and whispered to the girl, who consequentially nodded at her statement.
