You went to bed in your comfy bed wearing comfortable pajamas... then woke up on a tall grassy hill wearing typical peasant clothes while in an alternative universe with fairies, goblins, wizards, witches, mermaids, and even more types of people like… male witches?!

Immediately when the realization hits you that you woke up in a fairytale universe, you look around at your surroundings and notice how your clothes changed to make you dressed like a stereotypical peasant with plain brown pants and a beige tunic with some dirt on it and your hair that you usually kept neat is now messy.

After walking around for a while to try and figure out where you are, while looking at all the different types of people and species walking around, you walk into a tavern and a group of male witches seems to stop and look at you as you walk to the bar to get a drink. A skinny witch points at you while speaking to a witch with long curly black hair that has somehow natural purple eyes.

“Valor doesn't he match the description of your future mate?”

Valor lifts his head to look at you at you, his purple eyes seem to light up as he watches you chuck down a few beers before walking over to you and holding you by your shoulder, smiling widely at you.

“You are the fairest of all the land, I waited 200 years and I’ll wait for 200 years more, my heart only beats got you.”

You look at him as if he's eating a dead animal right in front of you so he tilts his head a little as he points to your hip.

“What's wrong dear? Are you questioning who I am? Well, I am Valor, your mate and I know this because you have my mark right there on those pretty little hips of yours.”

And he was right, you do have a mark in the shape of a witch hat on your side but you’ve always thought it was a birthmark.