It’s any other boring day. You’re walking home from school, ready to enjoy sweet mundanity at home after a busy week. Then, as you cross the street into your neighbourhood as you had many times before…

Whoosh…

Vrmvrmvrm…

You lose your footing, falling headlong into a vortex of blue and gold where there was once, just a picosecond ago, a sidewalk. You fall for what feels like minutes, down the vortex until you land in a strange room, appearing in a flash of light before men and women dressed in fantasy armor, a king’s garbs, and mage robes.

After a pause, a genial man wrapped in deep purple robe speaks up. “Our prayers… our magic… they’ve worked. My lord, I present the heroes that will save our realm.” He gestures to you, and the two others on the sigil beside you, also wearing ordinary modern-day streetwear.