The next morning was a living nightmare. I had no idea how or why my hair was rooted on the ground. The only single braid in which I kept my hair in was stuck in the soil as if the ground sucked it.

'Andrew,' I screamed.

Andrew woke up with a start and stared at me as if he has seen a ghost. 'Wha_'

'Pull it off!'

He quickly ran up to me, grabbed my hair and pulled. 'It won't bulge.' Andrew let go. Then I felt something pull my hair deeper underground.

'Andrew!'

'We have to cut it.'

'What? No!'

Andrew dug the dagger from out of my backpack. I yanked my hair, but it was no use. Something is really wrong with this place! With a swipe of a dagger, my hair was chopped off.

'Ooop,' said Andrew. 'I guess I cut too much of it.'

I stood up, feeling a big weight leave my head when I say my braid, my beautiful black braid sink into the ground.

I must have given off some scary murderous aura that Andrew dropped the dagger and stammered, 'L-let's g-get out of here. Sh-shall we?'

I picked up Cleo before something pulls her tail. We woke up Salzar who was still asleep even after my scream and flew off.

'Why in such haste?'

'Something... pulled Amethyst's hair underground.'

That was enough explanation for Salzar.

'The imagination of man and bring about many... curious things in this side,' said Salzar.

After a while of silence, I tried to feel my hair. It was short. So short only shoulder length and very unevenly cut. Now my hair flew all over my face. I hated it when it does that. I felt like crying and strangling Andrew at the same time.

'It will grow back,' said Andrew.

'Sure,' I said, feeling my voice weaver. 'It will grow back.'

Andrew didn't say a word after that.

At about eight in the morning, we reached the invisible London. It looked very gothic and Victorian with dark alley ways, carriages and a stormy atmosphere. I also caught sight of the Big Ben from above. I guess it was one of the relics.

Salzar dropped us behind a museum before anyone could notice us. Lucky for us, cloaked figures was not something uncommon in London. And we spent the whole morning asking every human like person we saw whether there was any streets famous for having bakeries. Most of them grunted while some ignores us. Some shook their head.

'It's useless asking warlocks and witches,' said Andrew.

'Wait, witches?'

'London is famous for wizards and sort. They are a very secretive and proud.'

'But it won't kill them to help someone when it comes to directions!'

The next time we met a wizard or warlock or whoever, I used my enchanter's voice. Just a bit so that they wouldn't notice. Unfortunately, no one knew.

'This is impossible,' I mumbled.

'You all are Seers, right? Maybe it's in the muggle side.'

Andrew and I looked at each other. We never thought of that.

'Thank you,' I mumbled.

'The visible side,' said Andrew to himself. 'Never thought of that...'

'Muggle,' I said, 'I never expected the Potter-world would exist here.'

But Harry Potter was too famous not to exist in this side. If only J.K. Rowling could see this.

I studies Andrew's face. He didn't seem too happy. 'We can't shift, can't we?'

'We can make a portal,' he said looking up at the far off Big Ben. 'This is going to be exhausting.'

'Why?'

'Just follow me.'

Then we spent the nest thirty minutes getting to the Big Ben. Andrew stopped a carriage driven by unicorns. When I first arrived to Sightless, I was pretty excited about the existence of unicorns, but seeing them almost every day in the palace, I got fed up of them. Besides, they never even speak. But the two unicorns that were pulling this carriage seemed to have a bit of a sharp tongue.

'How care our master simply stop on the notice of commoners!'

I turned to Andrew.

'Fastest but the most expensive way around here, which we can afford for now...'

I think I prefer the bus. If they have busses here... Maybe the Night Express would be fine. The coach simply bowed at us after seeing the money Andrew had to offer.

'Rich commoners,' said one of the unicorns. 'Suspicious.'

'Truly suspicious...'

'But Master loves gold.'

'Nothing beats gold.'

'Shut up,' I snapped at the horses. They froze and didn't speak another world.

'Come-in. Sir and Lady. Oh yes. Welcome. Welcome,' said the Coach. (He had only one eye. I'm serious!)

But of course, carriages are very bumpy. It went all clitter-patter-clitter-patter when the wooden wheels rolled down the streets. Cleo pocked her head out from inside the bag beneath my cloak.

'It's suffocating in here,' she gasped and the crawled down to my seat. 'I think I'd rather walk.'

'As you wish,' I said.

I looked out of the window. Dark clouds were forming up ahead and the Big Ben loomed over us while we edged closer to it. Finally the carriage stopped and we got down.

'Call me if you ever needed transport, my lord,' said the coach. He grinned at me. 'My lady.'

There was something off about him, and it wasn't the fact that he had one eye.

Soon the carriage was gone with its haughty unicorns complaining on how it would have been better if they did not have blinders. I have to agree, how can they go on if it can't see what around them?

The two of us stared for a good two minutes at the Parliament house in total silence. It looked pretty much the same as I have seen from pictures. It had a lot of windows, a lot of detail, pointed towers and a lake right next to it. The Big Ben was at the edge of the parliament and it rang pretty loud once the clock stroked ten. I really wondered what this building did here since this obviously could not be a parliament house in this side.

'So, what is this building used for anyway?'

'What else, the parliament.'

'That's in the visible side_'

'Here too,' he said. 'England has a lot of folklore so a lot of types of races. They don't co-operate well, but it's worth a shot having a parliament for them.'

That makes sense.

I noticed a few robed figures enter the parliament house, surely wizards. Fairies were abundant here too but none noticed me. We quietly made our way under the Elizabeth tower. There was an entrance under the tower. I didn't expect this many stairs. There was about dozens of flight to climb up and the spiral nature of it was starling to make my head feel all dizzy. There were doors which might have led to individual rooms, but we didn't have time to explore them. Finally we reached the top where thin white light poured it from the translucent dial of the clock. The handle showed ten thirty. Giant bells hung above us. I did not want to stay here when they rang. It was tiny and cramped space here and there were a lot of machinery for the clock. So we moved one fore story up where there was some space next to the giant bell.

But I have to admit, being here was amazing.

It was dark and we heard a roll of thunder from outside. The cog wheels scraped over each other from under us while the second hand gracefully moved over the dial. Cleo poked her head out of the bag and jumped down. Andrew looked at me.

'Ready?'

'Ready for what?'

He gave a sigh, 'To open a portal.'

'Wow. Wait! How do you open one?'

'Fell the barrier and rip it apart,' said Andrew.

'That does not sound hard...'

'Sure. That's easy. But holding it apart for long is the hard part.'

Andrew drew his katana out and he impaled thin air. But I felt the shock wave it caused. It did rip through something. Then Andrew dragged the sword downwards and a tear appeared, with shimmering swirling light escaping from the space in between. The other side looked alike to where we stood, since this building was a relic.

'Catch the edges!'

I quickly skipped over to Andrew and took hold of one side of the tear and pulled. Then I understood why it was so hard. The wall might be like thin polythene, but the tear was trying to force itself to repair. Andrew caught hold of the opposite side and we pulled with all out might. Slowly, the tear widened and we had to use our feet to hold it down so that it will be of enough size for the both of us to pass through. We struggled to hold on to the gap for about ten minutes. Cleo crossed through realms while we worked. Once we let go, we quickly passed though and even then, the gap was halfway done closing itself.

I sat down on the floor, panting. It really was pretty exhausting.

'How on Earth did Bird-man manage to keep a portal that big open for so long,' I said.

Andrew shrugged, 'Beats me.'

'I'm too exhausted.

I looked at Andrew. His eyes rolled up.

'Oh, oh,' I said. I got up and caught him before he fell. Holding his weight made my head spin. I slowly laid him down on the floor. The thunder helped me to stay conscious for a few minutes. After then, my vision turned into many colors before black took over.

I think I blacked out and it was first time I ever did.

But I didn't black out for long. The bell rang from besides us, almost destroying my poor eardrums. Andrew woke up then too. He said something like, 'Why was_'

But I couldn't here and I yelled. 'You blacked out Dragon boy!'

Then he mouthed. 'Let's get out!'

'Okay!'

It took a very very long time for my ears to go back to normal.

My poor ears.