The World Walkers: Taithmarin’s Earth: Maria: Returning to Earth
There was, apparently, no way back to Earth and yet Maria had found one. She looked behind her, the same way she had when she first stepped onto Taithmarin, to find that, like that day, there was no chance of her getting back to the world she had come from. Even though she knew there were humans who wanted to return home she wasn’t one of them. It had seemed impossible at the beginning, but she had managed to make a life for herself, accepting that her guide had told her the truth about the magic of the door, because it seemed illogical to disbelieve that when a magic door had taken her from one world to another. Of course it also helped that there were other, magical, races on Taithmarin, as it was those races, when she finally met them, that had made her certain that she had no choice but to start again.
Now… Maria sighed. Being on Earth, alone, with no support network to help her the way she had on Taithmarin, she’d have to begin all over again. She had no idea why she’d been unlucky enough to find a door that would return her to her old world, when the new one finally felt like home, but then she’d had no idea why’d she’d been unlucky enough to find the original door, and her feelings had changed about that. Hopefully, with time, the same thing would happen, as long as she managed to survive, because she didn’t have anything useful with her. Unless… she shook her head. It was impossible.
Hoping she might be right Maria took her purse out of her pocket. As it was the day she always picked up her money it was full and for a moment all she could do was stare at it. It had all been in clays, which would be of no use to her, but, if she was lucky, maybe the magic that had taken her from Taithmarin to Earth had given her a chance of being able to get through the next few days. Unable to stop herself from shaking, partly from the cold because she didn’t have a jacket and it was obviously winter, she opened it, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her before she knew what was in there.
It was the pessimistic voice that made things hard as it told her, loudly, that there was no chance her money would have changed. They were clays when she left Taithmarin and they would be clays on Earth. Maria did her best to ignore it as she took out the notes, which did feel different, before slowly unfolding them. Breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of a £10 note, rather than the 10 clay note it had been before, she shoved the money back into the purse, knowing that even having that was a step int the right direction. She could be able to survive for a day, at least, even if the rest of it was still in clays, although she couldn’t help hoping that she did have £200 in her purse.
Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.