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  • Anushree Malpani

Sorry, My Bad

My eyes went wide and my mouth hung open with surprise when I saw a black wolf walking down towards me. My first thought should have been to run, but my feet had glued themselves to the road. The wolf paused a few feet before me and changed into a young man about my age wearing a black cloak and a threaded necklace made of beads with different symbols. “Am I in Harry Potter, are you Animagu?” I am pretty sure I blacked out after seeing something so bizarre because the next thing I knew was that I was lying on the ground as I saw the wolfman examine me from afar, looking all innocent.

“Wh-wh-who are you?” was all I could muster up.

“Forgive me, your majesty, I thought you would have known about my visit. Did you not get the letter?”

I looked him in the eye with confusion. Whatever he said had bounced over my head and I had a feeling that having an empty stomach and being so tired after the day's work in the restaurant was giving me hallucinations. I immediately got up and started to walk away from the man.

“Your majesty, you are leaving already?” he shouted as he followed me. “Just my imagination, I saw nothing. Not a thing. Nil. Zero” I said to myself as I increased my speed.

“Majesty! Why are you leaving? I have an important message for you, please slow down and let's talk” he said.

I stopped and he bumped into me but I did not turn to look him in the eyes, “Listen, young man, I don’t know who you are and… I am no one's majesty. Please leave me alone, I already had a very tiring day…”

He looked down at my hand with the cuts from the knife I had during cooking and held it. I tried to free it but he had a strong grip on it. “Stop touch-” suddenly golden sparkles left his hand and after a few seconds when he released my hand it was healed. Completely. Leaving not a single scar. “How did you-” I said with eyes almost dropping out of my sockets.

“Please your majesty let us sit and talk, I think you have a lot to know about,” he said.

“Gosh! I have read too many fantasy novels,” I said but decided to follow him and get it over with.

I kept pacing while the man who was actually the most trusted minister of the king of the kingdom of Fabula looked at me with an intensive yet patient glare. “Wait, so you are telling me that I am actually the daughter of a king who rules over the kingdom of Fabula?”

“Are you sure you did not run away from a psychiatric hospital or something because my geography is very, like very good and there is not a single place on Earth named Fabula and not a single king named Jorjerose.”“Why would I lie to your majesty! Please believe me and with all due respect I would like to ask you how come you don't remember your time with us?”

“Huh? I don't remember anything you are talking about, not about the crowning of the king, not the shiny prosperous kingdom of Fabula, nothing!” The young man looked at me with a question mark and alarm written all over his face. He started ruffling through the side pockets of his black cloak and removed a regular white envelope, removed a brown paper from it and read it while I sat patiently for him to finish studying whatever he was reading. The moment he looked up into my eyes I saw they were filled with some kind of understanding.

“So… did you find any answers to my question?” I asked now rather excited to learn that maybe I am a princess. “Wh-What’s yo-you-your na-name you to-told me?” he questioned me. “Well, you never asked me that before, it's Lily,” I said, surprisingly calmly.

He stood so abruptly that my heart almost came into my mouth. I looked at him with irritation but saw him calmly creating golden sparkles around him as he started to fade. “Hey young man! What’s wrong with you? Are you not going to explain to me what in the world is going on?" I shouted “I am sorry Lily, I think I got the wrong person, you were not the one I was supposed to meet. Sorry, my bad.” He just gave a smile that looked more like a smirk and then vanished into thin air.

The next thing I know I am alone in the alley looking at a blank wall. I understood nothing about what had happened but I knew this much that whatever had happened was not a dream. It was real. I had no cuts or scars on my fingers.

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