GENRE: YA Fantasy
When I returned to Anjidia, I was naked (save for the towel vainly shielding me from the biting wind), standing in ankle-deep mud, and being drizzled on.
Although, I guess calling it my return makes it sound as though I’d taken a trip and finally had decided to come back home. In reality, I had no memory of this place and certainly wouldn’t have labeled the only life I could remember a mere vacation or detour.
For argument’s sake, let’s call it my arrival in Anjidia—my disorienting, unbelievable, shocking, and completely unceremonious arrival. The unceremonious part is particularly important, because already legend would have it that “destiny drew me back to meet my eager and willing people.” That was absolutely not the case. In fact, my experience was exactly the opposite of that comforting little fantasy.
My immediate reaction upon realizing that a forest of trees, not a forest of clothes, greeted me when I stepped into my walk-in closet, if memory serves, was a mixture of confused paralysis and frantic eye rubbing and head shaking. That’s hard to wrap your brain around, I know. But is it so hard to believe that getting transported between worlds without as much as a “Heads up!” can cause nonsensical reactions?
The usual suspects cam to mind, of course—alien abduction, Narnia-esque enchantment, and so forth. Sensibly, I settled on the "it's just a dream" theory, until I stubbed my toe on a moss-covered rock.