If you want to know my story, then you must first know I'm one of the very few Outworlders. No, not those angels that dawned from heaven to dictate divine decree, obviously. Not of the Celestial Radiance, either. Well, my exterior was a big giveaway.
I was just one of those poor saps that got thrust into your world when an out-of-control practitioner screwed around with higher-dimensional laws.
"What?" Both women leaned forward in alarm, not understanding what I meant by all this.
"Hush now," I told them, "don't interrupt when a storyteller is speaking."
Well, I'm hardly a storyteller, but I deserved. . . needed their silence and uninterrupted attention to carry on with this. Both women shut their mouths as I leaned back in my seat, head slightly upwards in a contemplative mood.
To know my story, we must begin from the beginning. You'll understand everything as we go deeper.
