Tales of Far From Home: Winds of Change by TheBrigeeda, literature
Literature
Tales of Far From Home: Winds of Change
Escape had always been on my mind. Since day one of my arrival, I knew I had to escape as soon as I could. The first month of my stay in this horrendous world was spent in a giant’s pet shop. Not that I knew that at first: my first 2 weeks were spent in the backroom with the shop clerks and shop stock. A need for quarantine, and vaccinations, and being “handled” to grow accustomed to the monsters around me. Not that I would ever become used to being held in a giant’s fist, let alone by ones who saw me as something to be kept and pampered over. Not that I wanted to get used to this world at all. I’m still not sure why I’m here. I learned the “how” after a while: a random act of magic snatching me off the street in Dublin, Ireland, only to wind up in a gigantic world. Filled with immense creatures who saw us as pests or vermin or…pets. The shop clerks were used to “handling” humans it seemed. Or, at least, one of them was. The other seemed all too eager and impatient with us. Yes.