Jessica Smith awoke from what she thought was a dream. A calm relaxing feeling crossed over her. Like watching the nice starry sky at midnight. She heaved a sigh of longing. All she really wanted to do at the moment was run outside and dance around under the night sky. That is if she wasnâ€™t dreaming. Her  bright blue eyes glanced down, as the blue comforter slid down , and fell to the ground. She was wearing a white silky night shirt, with white trousers. That were stained with a dark blood. "AHHHHHHHâ€¦.WHAT THE F-------K?" Her body slammed against the wall that the bed was against. "Ouchâ€¦" She muttered.<span style="font-style: italic"> Why did I do that?</span>She thought shaking her head.<br/><br/>The room itself was nothing like her actual room. In her actual room their would be a blue couch resting near the window. Instead there was just emptiness there. The walls were devoid of any decoration. Her blue walls were now bland. She looked to where her flat screen TV use to be. It was now replaced with a fireplace that was surrounded by rocks as part of the decoration. There was also a pile of fresh oak wood inside the fireplace. She looked to the left of her bed which should have a nice white night stand, but instead of being white the night stand was tan. She moved her right hand to try to help her stand up. That movement made her look down at her wrists. She never fell asleep with any of her wrist bands. But this was different. It was black , and twisted around her hand twice. Seeming to grip her wrist in its grip.<span style="font-style: italic">OK this is just completely strangeâ€¦.I have to be dreaming.</span>She thought.  She finally stood up, and her bare feet were touching the wooden floor. It seemed the wood was similar to the wood in the fire place. There was a strange scent in the air. Like a mix of chocolate, strawberries, and cinnamon toast. But none of those scents could be related to her room.<br/><br/>She tried to step forward but the movement itself was difficult. She had breath in again and try once more. It reminded her of those dreams that your always trying to run from someone, but your movements are too slow. At last she made to the dresser which was made of dark wood. She felt herself lean against the dresser. Trying to figure out why her movements were so difficult.  There was a pair of cargo pants that were folded neatly on the dresser. She grabbed the cargo pants in relief. At least now she wasnâ€™t going to have to stick to wearing these bloody white shorts. In a simple movement she took of f the shorts , and replaced them with the cargo pants. Which oddly fit just right. Not too baggy, and not too tight.  Then she spotted a black tee-shirt. Without hesitation she slipped out of the white night shirt, and into the black tee-shirt which fit her perfect. All the while taking note of the white bandages that were wrapped around her torso. The shirt itself revealed her curves in all the right places. Even though the clothes themselves were out of place. They were still better than what she had just had on.  But there wasnâ€™t even a pair of shoes around.<span style="font-style: italic"> Ah hell Iâ€™ll get splinters.</span>She muttered in complaint. But just dealt with it.  Also on the dresser was a bowl with a wet towel in it. Realizing that there was no toothbrush she took the towel and brushed against her teeth.<br/><br/>After that she made her slow decent towards the oak door that she hopped was unlocked.<span style="font-style: italic">Why is everything in here oak?</span>She wondered as her hand gripped the door knob. With a twist she opened the door, and was met with a bright white light. That nearly reminded her of the sun when you are staring directly into it. She turned her head in reaction trying to get use to the brightness.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Welcome" </span>A voice that seemed familiar spoke to her in a monotone. She couldnâ€™t quite pin point why the voice was similar.<span style="font-style: italic">"To the world of story"</span>It said leaving her in wonder. "Well isnâ€™t this just strange." She thought.<br/><br/>"OKâ€¦." She spoke darting her eyes to the open sky. Which was blue like normal, and cloudless. It seemed to stretch  on and on in the sky.  Then she looked away from the sky , and around her. Which was an endless plain. Not a house in view. Somewhere off to the left were mountains that reminded her of home. But just a little bit.  Then to her right was forest. That seemed to span endlessly across the terrain. She could almost compare it to space.<span style="font-style: italic">space is infinite right?</span>She thought.  The she took a step forward. To be met with the sudden appearance of her best friend cormac.<span style="font-style: italic"> No wonder the voice was familiar.</span>She wanted to smack herself at that moment with her stupidity. He was wearing all white. Like an insane asylum patient. She wanted to giggle. That was just so stranger. Though he said nothing, and didnâ€™t seem to recognize her which just pissed her off out right. "Damn youâ€¦you know me !!." She felt herself scream at him.<br/><br/>But all he did was gesture for her to follow. In submission she did as he said. After all it was all just a dream right? At last they make it to a dojo. Or rather an academy. "What the?" She muttered.<span style="font-style: italic"> Where did this come from?"</span>All rational thoughts should have gone out the window a long time ago. But she refused to just let her rational thoughts go.  She was still walking, and hadnâ€™t stopped till she ran almost directly into him. Her friend was stopped in front of another man.  The man was old and wearing colorful , and vibrant robe. She was half jealous at the man for wearing such colors. This man then stepped forwards completely dismissing cormac with a nod, and just like that cormac disappeared.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Excellent.. Just who I was expecting." </span>He spoke with a bright smile on his face. Then he turned and walked towards the door. Opening it as if this was a make it or break it moment. The room itself was dimly lit by what must be a lamp. But she wasnâ€™t sure.  Then he goes and sits in the chair in from of his desk which was scattered with books on top of it. He gestures for her to do the same. He then opens a draw and grabs a chip. Like one for a computer. Immediately spliping the chip into her wrist bandish thing. Not exactly sure as to how it happened. Just it did. The device seems to hum, into life and spits out a small, humanoid, mechanical bot. Hers just happened to be a boy.<span style="font-style: italic">Good god this is weird?</span>She thought. Tapping her fingers on her thigh.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"This is your mentor." </span>He says pointing to her bot.<span style="font-style: italic">"And this.." </span>This time he pointed to her wrist band.<span style="font-style: italic">"Is your life. Protect it by all means." </span>He spoke seriously.<br/><br/>"ARE YOU FREAKIN KIDDING ME!!" She nearly yelled slamming her hand against the desk. Then just like that he grabs her, and the bot. Taking them outside the door, and then shut it. Leaving them out in the open of nothingness. "Now what am I supposed to do?" She muttered.  "Do you happen to talk? She asked the bot seeming to walk around it curiously. She kicked it. Trying to see if she could get a reaction around it. "Do you even have a name?" She asked.