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I Fell Asleep And Woke Up With A Wife

I knew several things: The sword I held was not mine, I didn’t know where the hell I was, and I was about to scream.

I looked down at the creature that laid before me, it’s beaked face resting limply on the wood deck, and talons scarlet with blood, my blood.

I held my side tighter, the hot slip of blood under my fingers becoming more evident. My ears were still ringing from the creatures screeches and the sound of steel on steel.

My legs started to tremble, letting go of the sword I heard it clatter to the deck as my knees gave way under me.

“This is a dream. This is all one big dream.” I mumbled closing my eyes tightly, “Just wake up, open your eyes and it’ll all be fine. Just. Open. Your. Eyes!” I counted to ten and opened them.

It didn’t work, of course it didn’t.

“Good job kid! You’re good with that sword, obviously untrained but a natural.” I looked up to see a woman walking towards me, she had on steel toed boots, brown pants with a belt, and a pirate style shirt. She knelt down infront of me, “Just breathe, I’m sure it’s only a scratch-- Oh. Okay, not ‘just a scratch’... a big scratch. Zira! Come take the kid down stairs to the infirmary; get Charles to take care of her.”

My vision was blurring at the edges as I tried to focus on  who I assumed to be the captain.

“You’ll be fine kid. Charles is the best medic we’ve ever had.” She smiled reassuringly and moved out of the way as Zira came over and scooped me up bridal style.

Her arms were strong and I could feel the muscles under me, keeping me safe. I looked up at her, eyes still bleary

Okay. Now I know I’m dreaming, but I hope to God I’m not. She was gorgeous, dark hair pulled up, and dark chocolate eyes, no, more like black coffee.

God, I sound like some damsel in distress from a crappy romance novel.

“You’re fine, I’ve heard cheesier from guys in taverns so don’t sweat  it.”

“Oh god, I said that out loud? I really am a romance cliche.” I mumbled burying my face in her shoulder. “But hey, I’ll probably lose enough blood that I won’t remember this.”

“Don’t worry I’ll remind you.” She chuckled as she took the stairs two at a time.

I can’t remember much more, I remember her putting me on a bed and some sweet faced guy with flour smeared across his cheek coming into my vision and smiling at me, and then nothing.

~O~

My eyes felt heavy, and attempting to open them felt like ripping a bandaid off. I left them shut after one try.

“Ugh.” Everything hurt, everything. “Ah!” Note to self, don’t move left arm, it feels like someone is slicing you with a glowing knife.

“G’mornin’ Sleeping Beauty.” A kind voice said. “As you probably already noticed that Hippogriff did a number on your side there.  ‘Few more days and some healing salve and bandages and you’ll be just fine.”

“Hippo-what now?” I mumbled, peeling my eyes open uncomfortably.

The room seemed to sway back and forth as I tried to focus in on what was around me, it was small though it didn’t feel cramped, there was a set of cupboards across the room from the cots, as I looked more beds came into view, none of them occupied though some looked as though they had only recently been vacated.

The man that had been speaking to me was next to one of the beds putting clean sheets on it.

“Ah, yes, a hippogriff is the creature that did this to you. You actually killed one of them, I’m pretty sure it’s still on deck if you wanna see it, but you’ll have to hurry they make for some good meat.” He smiled lightly at me. “So how’re you feeling?” He asked making his way over to my bed.

“Like I drank three bottles of vodka before passing out.” He laughed as I swung my legs out of the bed and touched my toes to the ground. It wasn’t cold like I expected, more like a hot stove, just cool enough to touch. Pushing myself off the bed I found out that it didn’t just seem like the room was swaying, the room was swaying.

I put my hand on the bed to steady myself.

“Well, the captain wanted to see you as soon as you woke up. Do you feel up to walking?”

“Um…” Uncertainly I took a small step forward, it was a bit shaky but not bad. “I… Should be fine.”

“Alright, follow me then.” He led me out the door and through a large room filled with hammocks and to the steps leading up to the desk.

“Captain, here she is.” He called across the deck to the raised platform with the wheel on it.

I hadn’t noticed it before but the captain was older, her hair was grey and eyes piercing.

“So, who are you, Kiddo?” She asked, resting against the railing of the ship.

“I’m- uh Charlotte Barenson.”

“Captain Emberle Andrich, pleased to formally meet you. Now how did you get here?”

“I… have no clue. I went to sleep in my bed and next thing I know I’m here.”

She leaned forward slightly, brow arched. “You just, went to sleep and showed up here?” I nodded.

“Well, it’s not the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. I don’t have any explanation for you, unfortunately. But, you’re welcome to stay here with us until we find some way to get you back home.” She pushed off the railing and gestured around the ship.

“I think I’ll take you up on that, thank you.”

“It’s no problem, you’re already a natural with a sword, so let's get you healed up and then a couple days of training and I’ll have you slicing and hacking like nobody else.”

~Fast Forward 5 Years~

“Hey babe. I said, walking into Zira’s captains quarters. I hung my coat on the wall.

“Hey there.” Zira said kissing me. “It’s been a long day, sleep?”

“Oh, yes please.” I said pulling her over to the bed, looking down at her hand and our matching tattooed wedding bands.

“I love you.” I said looking over at Zira with her hair splayed around her face on the pillow.

“I love you too.” She said groggily, closing her eyes.

I looked at her until I also drifted off.

Waking up, I felt sunlight hitting my cheeks.

Something was off. The bed is softer and warmer than normal. And there’s something on my chest?

I opened my eyes and saw my bedrooms lavender walls, and looking down I saw my kitten using my chest as a pillow.

It… was all a dream?

I put the kitten on my pillow and got up to move to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror there's no way it was a dream, I’m not the same. I still have scars on my side from the hippogriff attack, and looking at my hand I can see a faint outline of the marriage tattoo. I’m 17 again, I was 22.

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This is the first draft of my first short story for the fantasy writing class I’m taking, not the best but for a piece made in under a week with very little polishing I feel like I did a pretty good job. I’m gonna be editing and rewriting bits of it this week and then handing in the finished product (YIKES D:) wish me luck!!

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Yikees gotta write a short story in a week, which wouldn't be as intimidating if I'd ever finished a piece of writing before, we'll see how this goes🙃