Misadventures: Letter 6

Dear Thaire,

A most peculiar experience happened to me as I was trying to explore a new world to tell you about. As I have told you, I have been exploring worlds, preferably those which I do not know as well. Though, this time, I accidentally brought myself to a world with which I am very familiar, and you are familiar with as well.

I had spent a week here between writing to you and finding a new world, as I was tired from all my adventuring I had done and supposed I deserved a break. By the end of a week, I had gotten inspiration to write an actual book (when do I not have inspiration! I have even been writing a mini series while in these worlds, each chapter inspired by where I find myself!) So, I did as I always do when wanting to write. I grabbed my epic and sat it on my desk.

Though, the past times I had grabbed a book from my study and sat it down and opened it, I had summoned the world. So, without hardly any thought of my own, I opened it to the middle, to the chapter in which I had returned to my hometown in my own backstory, and summoned myself there.

Before I could realize what I had actually done, I was sitting in my hometown, the backstory world which never existed but feels so real to me. The memories that you had planted in my mind of what truly happened in my life were so real, so clear. I could remember things as a child, though I had never truly been a child except in my mind. Memories of gaining friends, losing them, love interests, losing them too, all sorts of things which you surely remember writing!

It was so odd to be back in a place I was meant to have left behind. It seemed as though it had been only a day since I had conquered my rivals in the final chapter of the epic you had written, when it has actually been several years. I saw people, or rather, mirages of people, who I recognized and felt a connection to even though I never really knew them.

And how could one not feel so nostalgic when seeing all these things? I walked through the streets which you must remember the sight of, having written about their appearance so many times. People looked at me like I were a hero, some great queen worthy of great praise. Though no one said anything to me, I could simply hear them shouting my name from the inside of their hearts.

I was still a hero here. Such a great contrast to when I had first discovered the phenomena, when I went to the world which treated me as a beggar or slave. I tipped my hat to those that I knew and even those I never knew, the custom you had instilled deep inside me.

I walked through those nostalgic streets, when I happened to bump into someone that was so familiar to me, so much so that I nearly lost my hat in shock and excitement.

“Jordini! Hey! How’s it going?”

The classic childish best friend, the cliche that you had started, stood in front of me, smiling widely with his hands on his hips. Remus, that man that I had so many close memories of. The one you had considered making my love interest, but had kept my best friend in favor of others. I jumped on him, hugging him tightly.

“It is great to see you, Remus!”

“Woah! What’s with you? You act like you haven’t seen me in a hundred years or something!”

Nevertheless, he hugged me back, not figuring that it had been several years since I had seen him last. He was just as I had remembered. A tall, lithe man, paler than the whitest paper. His hair like a wild lion’s mane, hardly indicative of his happy and carefree personality. Smile lines graced his face, stretching up and beyond the smile lines of a normal person. He had decided to wear something different than his average attire, a light pair of jeans and suit jacket.

We went to the park where I remembered meeting him so often, and despite all those memories being faked, I wanted to make this one as real as I felt the others were. I ordered the exact ice cream I had always ordered, and he ordered his favorite as well, and we sat down together on a small bench, watching people pass by. 

How I loved being able to do this for real! You had described just this scene several times in my own epic, and to truly live it out was more amazing than I thought it would be. The sun cast down on us, waving through the small cypress trees which stood firmly in rows along the winding stone road through the park. Children played at their leisure, laughing and giggling, throwing discs between each other and catching them with agility as parents watched, talking about important things.

We soaked the day in together, before entering a banter so similar to previous ones I knew so well. To him, a day had passed; for me, several years that I had spent without my best friend. I had thought several times of bringing him to our world, but I wondered how he would fare. I had taken it so badly when you summoned me. I, the calm one, had been in so much distress I nearly entered a panic attack! How would someone as childish as Remus deal with that?

I spent the month going through the places I knew so well with Remus, side by side like the true friends we were always. I had tried to forget my hometown- the thought only brought me sad thoughts for the first few years. And I had succeeded for a long time, until this. This had reminded me how much I truly missed it.

On the last day, I wished Remus the best goodbye I could muster, which brought him great confusion. To him, it will only be another day until I can see him again. But no one truly knows when that day will come, not even I. I can only hope that it comes soon. And I should like to, one day, bring Remus back with me.

 

With Great Love,

Jordini