Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-2602:306:32B2:A730:18DE:2402:8E4E:B587-20181227201956

=PREFACE= It all had been for nothing.

She was lost.

Maybe forever, in the Forbidden Cities.

And she had no more hope.

'''It was the end. Of the journey. But also for her.''' =ONE= '''Where am I? Jolie Lucine Ruewen wondered. After that catastrophic fire that Brant caused, she was ready to give up. She had just glittered away, just in time, but all those dresses!'''

But not quite.

'''It was nighttime, in an urban city. But the only thing that Jolie was sure was that these people didn’t have English as their native language.'''

'''The sign across from her had a couple of glyphs that Jolie couldn’t understand. Then it had English underneath it. Thank goodness I could read English, Jolie thought. It said:'''

JR Akihabara Station Platform 1

Keihin-Tohoku Line north, for Ueno, Tabata, and Ōmiya 

'''Strange. The spelling isn’t right, she thought. Ueno, Tabata, and Ōmiya. And why does that ‘O’ in ‘Omiya’ have a line on top?'''

'''But then a SCREECH! came out of the darkness, and a very big object was hurtling towards her, slicing through the darkness.''' =TWO= '''Jolie Ruewen sprinted out of the way, onto the side wall. These must be train tracks, Jolie thought.'''

'''Oh no! My luggage! She had forgotten them.'''

'''But the train sliced through it all, crushing her Imparter and pathfinder before she could save them. Now she only had a couple of broken devices that nobody could fix, a (probably) shredded pathfinder, and a couple of trashed school notebooks, not to mention the creme stuck on them.'''

And that meant...

She was stuck without any means of reliable communication at all to her parents, Grady and Edaline, or any other elves by the matter, and no more crying could fix it.

She had to take action.

She sped around, up through the escalator, only to be stopped by the ticket counters.

Oh no! I don’t have a ticket! =THREE= '''“Why does this have to be so confusing?” Jolie mumbled as she fumbled for a way to get through the ticket gate. Maybe, maybe.'''

First I wake up right in front of a train, and now I’m stuck in a train station with no way to get out.

But wait—I’m a Conjurer.

So she snapped her fingers, quietly, and somebody else’s ticket, which was in their pocket, found its way into Jolie’s hands.

That’s the only way I can get out.

'''Trying to look casual, she passed the ticket machine. Success! It went through.'''

But as Jolie stepped outside into the night of Tokyo, Japan, she thought:

'''Japan isn’t my place, she thought. I have to get to America.'''

But how?  