Ophelia sat blankly staring at the mirror. She was not the girl too concerned over her looks,no,she was getting ready for the trip which was to commence in an hour. Her belongings were packed and she was debating on what to wear. It was not like she was really that concerned about what people thought of her or something,it was just that this was the first time she was going out of her country so she felt the need to wear something that will define her.

Also you want the Prince to notice you more.

She finally sighed and pulled on a dress by random and combed her hair. She had lost her patience in picking dresses. Next she to the makeup kit. She wondered about the makeup.

Goodness get on with it already.

She finally put on whatever she wore everyday. Too much makeup was not needed.

The only girl who has ever thought so in my experience.

She had just put the make up kit back when there was a knock on her door. She sighed and opened it,knowing it to be her father. Indeed it was he and Polonius strode in all his magnificence,most probably to give her a lecture. And a lecture he did give. He started,
"Ophelia,I am sending you off with unknown people with the hope that you can take care of yourself and know what you should do. Don't entertain them too much otherwise things may go awry. Take heed of that Strange fellow,he doesn't seem too good. That Holmes is scared of you apparently but don't let that fool you. I trust the Prince to take proper care of you..." Ophelia zoned him out after that. How she refrained from rolling her eyes only she knew.

When Polonius finished the speech,she said,"I understand father. I will always adhere by your commands." Polonius smiled and said,"That's a good girl." Then strode out and Ophelia rolled her eyes at his back,silently vowing to herself to break as many rules as possible when she got out of here.

She called one of the maids to take her belongings to the front gates where the others(except Horatio,though that was hardly surprising) were standing. She asked,"Where is Horatio?"

Hamlet shrugged,"Trying to decide which books to bring."

They talked for quite some time until Horatio came with a mournful face and a book under his arm.

"I couldn't figure out which one to take,there were so many."

"Well Horatio since you have more books than the number of days you have lived it is hardly surprising," Hamlet said with a roll of his eyes.

Horatio just refrained himself from slamming him with the book just as King Hamlet and Queen Gertrude came to see them off. Strange hurriedly conjured up an illusion of horses. That was because they wouldn't be able to take care of real ones in the modern world.

They bowed(curtsied in case of Ophelia) to them and seemingly got on their horses. Horatio was still upset but Hamlet assured him that he would get plenty of time to read in the modern world. Horatio merely rolled his eyes. He knew the Prince too well for that. The King and the Queen waved to them and they seemingly started moving.

I so love illusions.

They set off at the brisk pace(seemingly for it was an illusion) and dismounted(seemingly too) when they got far enough from prying eyes. There Strange vanished the illusion and said,"Are you all ready?"

Ophelia replied wryly,"As ready as we will ever be."

Strange nodded.

He conjured up a portal in a shower of golden sparks and the New York Sanctuum living room was revealed. They stepped in and Strange closed the portal behind him.

The New York Sanctuum was a grand building. It had a certain mixture of antiquity along with modernism. A warm sense of magic enveloped them.  It felt peaceful yet Strange could sense unease in it. He frowned and was about to call out to Wong when said man came running towards him,almost knocking him over in his hurry.

"Stephen,"he cried out,shocking Strange for he had never seen Wong be so disheveled or panicked.

"What's wrong?" He said.

"Everything." Wong gasped out before collapsing unconscious to the floor.

Strange tried shaking him for all he was worth was it was a bit useless. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully and his breaths had evened out. Strange sat down,puzzled by the entire thing.

Well it is meant to puzzle you,Strange.

Sherlock came forward and asked,"What the hell just happened?" John went and crouched beside Wong and frowned,"Is this some magical malady,Stephen?"

Said person groaned because he was getting a headache trying to figure out what was wrong. Sherlock was annoyed because he couldn't deduce anything and let loose a string of curse words that would have made Captain America faint.

Suddenly Wong screamed and clawed at John,who jerked away. The medieval trio rushed forward to see what was wrong.

Pretty sure he said,"Everything." If I hadn't been told specifically to not interrupt this entire thing could have gone smoother.

Strange opened his eyes. He looked grim. "What's the matter?" Horatio asked,fearing the answer.

Voice barely above a whisper he answered,"Nightmare."

That sent chills along the backs of everyone who was present there.

The greatest fear is fear itself.

Really crappy chapter but I will edit it when I finish the story. Hopefully it will be better then.
Random question of the day:
Dr. Strange or Thor?