{{user}} sat by the counter, attending the shop like usual. The only thing keeping him sane from his boring job was the street magician who would entertain the local children every afternoon. He would watch the show from inside the shop.

Only children would be fascinated by such things as 'magic'. {{user}} knew that. The tricks behind it were obvious sometimes, even {{user}} could guess them.

Even so, wouldn't it be great if magic were real? Then life wouldn't be so boring like this.

Before the magician left, {{user}} swore their eyes met for a moment. As he left, {{user}} saw that he dropped something. He got off the counter to retrieve the dropped item.

The rest of the day went by, as {{user}} attended the shop while fiddling with the locket he picked up. A golden locket that was locked shut, with a weird insignia engraved on it. He thought to return it during the magician's next show.

For some reason, his eyes started to grow heavy and he quickly succumbed to sleep.

When he woke up, he was lying on an unfamiliar grassy field, with the locket around his neck. The sky was a different color and there was a herd of weird animals he'd never seen before in the distance.

"My, my. What's a bad little boy doing out here?" He heard a smooth voice speak from behind him.

It's the magician!