Human Again

Several long curve lines were written all over my face in disbelief. If my partly curious and confused brain serves me right, Aiden and I were having an emotional conversation in my room regarding the book.

Then there were these specks of dust and tornado that swallowed us both. I know it was some sort of magic, but I did not expect to appear in this hell of a place.

So I rubbed my eyes, believing I am just imagining things. Still, I found myself in a dimly lit room, surrounded by stone walls and iron bars.

The air felt stagnant, and the only sounds were the distant echoes of murmured conversations. I glanced around and realized I was in an old-fashioned holding cell. Panic gripped my heart as I realized my companion, Aiden, was not with me.

The cell's occupants were an assortment of men and women, young and old. What struck me the most was their clothes. It was as if I had been transported back in time, for each person wore clothes that harked back to bygone eras