WP: An experiment transports you into a world filled with magic, coming from a non-magical world, you are immune to all magical effects. + a little about me.

[WP]An experiment transports you into a world filled with magic, coming from a non-magical world, you are immune to all magical effects.

So, beginning my journey of creative writing, something I have wanted to do for a LONG long time. I am on an upswing of my depression/ADD (recently diagnosed ADD, have been on anti-depressants for almost 4 years with little success), so my motivation is at a high. I have to take advantage of that when I can. I feel the years of my life starting to slip by already, time passing with little to show for it. I almost feel like I’m in a mid-life crisis in a way.. not necessarily a bad thing IF you can use that to your advantage and apply it to motivate yourself.

Now… enough about me for today. I can’t reveal too much at once, where would the suspense be otherwise?

To the story…


I always thought of magic as a way for humans to explain the things they could not understand. The mysterious happenings that could not always be attributed to religious purposes. Generally considered evil and dangerous, those who practiced any sort of “magic” were punished. We all know the stories. Burnt at the stake.

Whatever I thought I knew, whatever WE thought we knew, it was so very wrong. The future is always so difficult to predict because there are simply too many variables, too many possible outcomes. Many inventions and advancements that changed humanity were the results of mere accidents, coincidences, chances… You never knew what sort of accident there could be, and what the results would do to humanity.

Here I was, proving to nobody but myself that we knew nothing at all about our world, our universe. I was alone on another planet, alone in a way I don’t think anybody would empathize with. I had ended up the result of our experiment gone wrong. An accident happened. My memory was clear on that. Beyond that, I awoke to being crowned in a fortress of magnificent beauty. Bowing and praying around me were thousands of people and creatures alike. I was seated in a stone chair, bolt upright. Hands folded in my lap.

Somehow, I had been completely wiped of memory up until that very moment when I seemingly “awoke”. My last clear thought was of the faces of my colleagues as we were about to celebrate the latest achievement and discovery from our unmanned probe into a nearby galaxy. I suddenly felt everything go dark, and here I was.

This was a month ago. I have come to understand a lot since then.

The beings surrounding me, bowing as if seated before a King or God, were human and animal alike. Both were intelligent, capable of speaking in a language I understood, and undeniably thought I was a deity. Their world was one of magic, something I would understand you might laugh at. I would have to, if I were you. Once I was a woman of science, an astro biologist. Here, I am a Queen, a Goddess among these magical people and creatures.

They were terrified of me, and still are. I appeared out of nowhere, still in my NASA uniform. They felt that I was non-magical. None of their magical energy would penetrate me or my mind. They could not read my mind, they could not move me. I apparently awoke on my own, and was gentle and kind to them. They had never had a visitor from outside their own world before. As you could imagine we would be on Earth, they were afraid and also, very curious.

When no knowledge they had on their planet, combined from all nations, to explain what I was, they had to decide to treat me as a friend or a foe. They chose friend, and worship came fast as news spread of the mysterious woman who materialized and spoke their language. Fear was allayed in the form of subservience. As long as I was happy, they figured I would not hurt them. Strange logic, however as humans we do tend towards violence when confronted with the strange and unknown. This world contained peace-loving life, filled with magic that they used for nothing but good. Precisely what you would expect based on the fairy tales you might have heard as a child.

Unfortunately, I still do not know of a way home. The probe we sent was imaging a new planet, and in the process of sending back images in different formats. I was the first to open the very first transfer home. The probe was my baby, my first project I was selected to spearhead. To explore the possibility of life on a planet that had the most likely makeup for it. We sent the probe, and I was awoken at 3:43am to come to the lab and receive the first transmission. The probe had been in space for 12 years.

When the image flashed up of a stunningly beautiful blue planet that looked strikingly like Earth, I turned to smile at my colleagues, who had gathered to be with me for the first view. That was all I remember. The probe could possibly still be in orbit, I have no idea.

I am a Goddess among a people filled with magic, the most amazing gifts of power you have ever seen, and to use it so beautifully and peacefully. The planet is alive with life and freedom.

I remain trapped in a palace, shut in the tower, just like Rapunzel. For I am too sacred to be released. And here I wait for my reckoning.

Ok so yeah! Just decided to go for it and write and see what came out. Like it, love it, hate it? Feel free to comment. Always want to get BETTER at writing, certainly not worse.


Author: Rhaena Targaryen

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