The visitor (A fantasy adventure story)

"Do you think she is friendly?"

"Are these visitors ever friendly?"

"She might be different. You never know...."

"Regardless she certainly dropped in at a bad time. The princess is certainly in no mood for visitors. Especially when she is looking for her soul mate..."

"These silly mortals and their soul mates. What is so great about being attached tosomeone for your entire life? Especially when mortals have such a short time....."

"Ohy ou simply wouldn't understand! When you're in love, that person is in your whole world-"

"Silence! Such talk is undignified of your position! You are not mortal and thus you should not talk at their level!"

"RETURNING to the matter at hand....I, at least, will be watching this visitor with great interest...."

A sharp pain shot through her head,causing her to snap awake. She sat up straight but immediately regretted it as she pressed her hand to her head. After a couple seconds, the pain faded to a dull throbbing allowing her to think. She slowly opened her eyes slightly, only seeing a bright blur. Blinking rapidly she began feeling around for her glasses. After a couple of seconds of feeling around she managed to find them,and set them upon the bridge of her nose. With her glasses on, the world suddenly snapped into crystal clear clarity, and the sight she be held was not what she expected.

She was currently sitting in the driver's seat of her car....or at least what was left of it. To be honest it looked like she had slammed head long into a brick wall then tumbled down a cliff a several times. The front of the car was completely caved in and rest of the car appeared to be in no better condition. In addition her windshield was spider webbed with cracks and her air bag had been deployed. Yet, despite all the damage done to the car, and beside sa minor head ache she felt completely fine.

With the situation analyzed she unbuckled her seatbelt and with some effort she managed to open the driver side door. As the door swung open and she stepped out, the scent of flowers greeted her. A quick look around made her realize that her car was parked in the middle of a patch of blue flowers. Beyond the flower patch, grass extended on all sides for a short distance before turning into a forest.

"Where am I?" she muttered out loud as she looked around. Upon uttering this another important question entered her mind.

"WHO am I?" she said as she tried to remember. What was her name? How old was she? Where did she live?She could remember other things, like the thing she had just climbed out of was a car, and that she was wearing blue jeans, a t-shirt, socks, and tennis shoes.Yet anything concerning her identity or the reason that had brought her to this place remained elusive. Suddenly remembering that her wallet might hold some clues, she began patting down her pockets, swiftly finding it in her back pocket. She flipped it open and pulled out her ID card.

"Blair Agi, twenty one years old, I live at 669 Riverwood Ave, Apartment B," she said out loud as she examined the card. Well she had a name, an age, and where she lived. And with that information, other parts of her identity began to surface. She remembered that she worked a

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