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pupils were a glowing bright purple. Samuel thought the little fata would have been a knockout at school … if she’d been his size, of course.
    “So, you’re probably wondering where you are, right?” asked Angeline.
    “I heard the men talk about Saxons and they seem to be at war with them. Am I in England?”
    “Not quite. Well, yes, but it’s not yet the England that you know about. It is still a new kingdom, called Britain. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start at the beginning. Listen carefully, because there are a lot of things that you need to learn, and it’s a lot of information to process all at once. I’ve been doing this long enough to know that it’s better if we take it slowly and I give you the details sporadically. Don’t go thinking I’m keeping anything from you after we’re done. I only want to you assimilate what I’m saying, before I give any more facts. Got it?”
    “You’re kind of scaring me now.”
    “Well, you should be scared, but not of me. I’m your friend. In fact, I’m more than that, but I’ll tell you more about it later. See, this is what I mean. I can’t go on in all directions at once and bombard you with countless details. I have to focus on one aspect at a time, explain it to you slowly, then move on to the next one. That way, your mind won’t explode.”
    Samuel just stared at her.
    “Right,” she continued. “So, you’re not in England. Actually, you’re not even in your own world.”
    “I’m sorry, what ?” asked Samuel, a little louder than he had expected.
    “Calm down. You’re not on a distant planet or anything like that, just in a different universe. It’s nothing to be worried about, really. It’s like a parallel dimension, if that makes more sense for you.”
    It did not.
    “This world is called Metverold, the land of myths,” continued Angeline. “This is where legends and stories that make up the different folklores from your world take place. In this world, old deities and ancient gods still exist, heroes daily accomplish their heroic deeds and villains are straight out of your worst nightmares. I know it’s a little complicated and it might be hard to accept at the moment, but for now, know that from your perspective, you are basically in a legendary tale from your world. You’re like a hero of a bedtime story. Well, maybe not the hero, but one of the characters. A secondary character, most likely. Though not the kind who dies first, in order to make the bad guy look really evil. Anyway, there I go again, babbling on and on! Sorry about that. Where was I?”
    Samuel could hardly believe what he had heard. Another world? A place where all the legends took place? That was absurd.
    “Oh yes, before I forget. This is rather important. You have to know that some regions of Metverold, like this one in particular, are a lot like your own world, in the sense that nature is very similar and so are most of the physical laws. You won’t be able to fly or breathe underwater, I’m afraid. Not by yourself, anyway. So don’t do anything foolish because you think you’re invincible; you’re not. Quite the contrary. Just take it easy, at least for now.”
    “How come you’re flying?”
    “Well, of course I can fly, silly head. Look, I have these cute little wings on my back to help me.”
    “What exactly is a fata? I’ve never heard of them in any legend that I know of.”
    “You’ve never heard of the Unshakable Angeline? Ouch! That hurts. Then again, you people tend to change all the names, once you are back in your own universe. I’ve been referred to as a fae or a faerae, a sprite and a pixie, even as a guardian angel or a genie. I never know the latest term for my species where you come from.”
    “So you’re like a fairy or something like that?”
    “A fairy, you say?” Angeline’s wings started to beat rapidly, lifting her in the air, over the tabletop. She looked at herself, examining her arms and legs. “Is that