"Mom! Look at her! She looks like a princess. Oh, her dress is so shiny! "
"Take a photo of her before she wakes up."
A photo?
"Is she alright? Dude, don't take photos of her, help her out! Does she breathe?"
I started opening my eyes to find out to whom all those voices belong, and the first thing I saw was many people standing ariound me, strangely looking at me. They bursted with excitement.
All of them had such strange clothes on them. Long trousers so to say, shirts that looked completely different than what we wear.
"By the gods..-"
"SHE'S ALIVE!" the girl screamed and everyone started screaming with her, filled with pure happiness. All these strangers were happy for me, a person they've never met, being alive.
"Excuse me, where am I?" most of the people left, so I wasn't as shy while talking. Only the little girl looking at me with a bit of jealousy in her eyes, her mother looking at a strange little box thingy instead of paying attention to her daughter and a big guy staring at me, as if he wanted to make sure that I'm truly alive were left.
"Did you get drunk last night?"
"Drunk? Oh, no! I hate alcohol. But, please tell me, where am I? This.." this doesn't look like my century!
"London, ma'am. It's 21st January 2025. Remember now?" the man said, with a bit of worry in his voice.
"Oh no, 2025? But that's not right, not at all! This is not where I belong!"
"Are you.. sure you're okay?" The girl asked, starting to be a bit disappointed. I wasn't a princess she was expecting it seemed like; well, I wasn't a princess overall.
"Please," I started getting up finally, "you have to help me, this is not right."
...
"So, what you're trying to say is.."
"I am a priestess from a completely different century."
"Pfft," he said as he sipped a bit of his alcohol. "Priestess.. don't try to brag about it, though. Religion is a tabu thing today. People believing in gods are considered crazy."
I gasped a little. What has this poor planet become?
"I need to get back to where I live. But before that happens, I need to find out why did my.. why did she send me here."
And then I realized. Viola's family was important, they were the crown. This people must know a bit of history, right? Although it has happened more than 2500 years ago..
"I must ask you an important question."
"I'm listening."
"Have you heard of Viola the Fair princess? Or queen Rosalia? Or her husband that stabbed himself, for he thought Viola is cursed."
He seemed to be confused.
"Well, our last queen has died three years ago. No one remember what queens and kings we had before that. You said you are of different century, well London didn't exist by then. It might have been Africa for all we know. "
After a strong disappointment I left his house. He knew nothing and I got tired very quickly of watching him drink his dark yellow alcohol.
On the street, however, I saw something that might have been helpful.
"Lucifer!!"
"Mythia, dear, isn't this a wrong century? "
"I could say the same. Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
"Dead? A wrong century? Heh, none of that works on evil itself. But, you don't sound too angry to see me again. How so?"
"Oh, " I sighed, "it's difficult to say it out loud, but now, you might be my only chance. I have to find out what happened to our Fair princess. But no one here knows anything.. how terrible this century is, though! They have.."
"Forgotten our stories and our gods. So I've noticed. But that you need my help..? Rather unbelievable. Is this a trick to get informations out of me? Well, nothing is for free you know. "
"Oh dear, I know, I know, but what could you possibly want? All I ask for is you to tell me where she is.. my princess, my dear princess.." I sighed. Oh, how dumb was it of me to ask this monstrosity for help. There was no point for my goddess to send me to this poor world, to this poor century. How come they've all stopped worshipping our dear gods? I knew the answer; of course I did, this is what I tried to fight against, and it seems like I failed. Or these people are not of pure hearts, so gods decided not to show themselves and not to help. But most of these people seemed to be alright anyways.
"In that case", he said after a while full of pure silence and my thoughts, "I will help you. But you will not try to fight me again. It is not your strength or warrior soul that helped you, you were lucky.. but I'm not gonna fight you again, as the luck might be on your side again." there was no way I'd say no to that. I wasn't too fond of fighting.
"The world needs evil just like it needs kindness. There can be no light without darkness, and vice versa. I accept."
He smiled. "Very well, lady Mythia, follow me."
...
The air felt wet and that whole place smelled like rotten wood, but it was still the only chance for me to get to know what has happened. Viola, I'm almost there..!
"Mythia.. Swordborn," I gasped. No one knew my real name except for the princess.
"You are the light that has chosen to work side by side with darkness. I ask you, why? Is the princess that important?"
"She is the one I served for years. I love her. She is my everything. I need to save her, and I need to prove I'm innocent!"
"The thing is, my dear, you aren't."
Everything that was on the walls, like bookshelves and so on, started falling off. The walls were shaking and it seemed like this whole building will soon fall into nothingness.
"What do you mean? Tell me, Lucifer, tell me!"
Then, the void has swallowed everything and we disappeared.