Chapter 1 "the beginning"
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-- POV OF THE PRESENT GIRL, NAMED ESMERAY.
YOU AS ESMERAY
YOUR POV!!
you was just walking home from class, my headphones in, the afternoon sun warm against my face. The street was quiet—peaceful, even. For once, it felt like the world had paused just for me.
That’s when I saw her.
An old woman, hunched and fragile, standing by the side of the path with trembling hands. No one else seemed to notice her, but something in me did. I pulled my earphones out and stepped closer.
“Are you okay, ma'am?” I asked gently.
She gave me a faint smile, her voice soft. “Yes, child… just resting.”
Still, I pulled out my water bottle and handed it to her. “Here, please have some. It’s hot today.”
She took it with both hands like I had given her gold. For a moment, her eyes shimmered—like she wasn’t used to kindness anymore.
“You're… beautiful and kind,” she said. “You’re the chosen one.”
I blinked. “The… what?”
Before I could ask more, a blinding flash of light burst from her hands—no heat, no warning. Just white.
The world spun.
And then… silence.
Grass beneath my feet. Birds, distant. The air smelled different—older. I opened my eyes and found myself lying on the forest floor. No streets, no people. Just trees and wind and the sound of horses somewhere far off.
I stood, heart pounding.
This wasn’t home.
This wasn’t the present.
This wasn’t even the 2000s.
The clothes, the signs… everything around me whispered one thing:
I had fallen into the past.
"Where i am?and what year i gotten my self into??what did she mean by thr choosen one?" Those thoughts lingered on my mind as i walk.
POV: The Girl (Acceptance in the Past)
Days turned into weeks. I stopped counting after a while.
There were no notifications, no buzzing phones, no glowing city lights—just the soft hum of crickets at night and the whisper of the wind through old trees.
At first, I kept waiting for a sign.
A flash of light.
A crack in time.
Something to take me home.
But nothing came.
The old woman's words echoed in me: "You’re the chosen one."
Chosen for what? I still don’t fully know.
But maybe… that’s the point.
One morning, I looked into the river—my reflection staring back, not with fear anymore, but quiet strength. I wasn’t just a stranger here. I was someone who remembered the future.
And that? That was power.
I stopped running. I stopped asking “why me?”
Instead, I began to learn.
I used what I knew—from history books, documentaries, even random facts I thought I’d never need—to help. To heal. To guide.
They didn’t know who I was or where I came from.
But they started to trust me. And slowly… I started to trust myself, too.
I may never walk the halls of my university again. I may never scroll through my playlists or text my friends goodnight.
But I’m still me.
And maybe fate brought me here for a reason bigger than I understand.
So I live.
In the past.
Among stories not yet written.
And somewhere deep in my heart…
I believe I’m exactly where I need to be.
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