“The vi-village is under attack, take Meredith and hide somewhere till I slow them down” Uncle Hans’ replied. I just stood at my place not believing my ears. All I could think of was Simon and Sandra. Were they safe? I stood there awestruck when mother swept me off my feet and ran following uncle Hans who led us inside a barn where there were other villagers and told us to hide till our soldiers came for us. It was a lot to take in. I heard cries of people outside, sound of clanking metals, cries of the dragons…Wait, the dragons! Why’re they crying?! Oh my god, what was happening? The sight that the intruders left was horrifying, our heaven was no more, pool of bloods instead of the clear water…dead bodies of children, adults and the dragons scattered everywhere. With the few people that survived, we left our haven praying our misery would end, but who would’ve thought what lies ahead wasn’t any less worse. This is not your typical fairy-tale or a love story where your fate changes as you meet your knight or your prince. This is my story where I am the knight and I am the sword.

He embraced me tightly using his back as a shield. A heavy wooden board hitting your back is gonna hurt a lot. I shut my eyes clutching onto his shirt and after what felt like forever, my eyes slowly opened only to be blinded by the glimmer of light which seems to be coming from the wooden board. The light slowly faded and we saw a figure of a boy who was of our age wearing what seemed like a school uniform. If I was not mistaken; the board literally turned into a boy. I took a closer look at him noticing his name tag written "JAMES SCOTT". “Grandpa?” I couldn’t believe my eyes…did my great grandfather just time travel?