Out of His Time

There’s a lot to be said for this modern age – delicacies like “pizza” and “ice cream” being high on my list. There are machines that can whisk you down the street or around the world. There are other machines to entertain you and to supply almost any information you could want, except how to help me find my way back home.

Since one doesn’t miss what one never had, I would have been content to live out my days in Camelot, eschewing even the elegant trappings of the court for my modest home. But I was not consulted on the matter. One day I went out to pick mushrooms for my evening meal and the next thing I knew I was falling into the storeroom of a magick shop, thousands of miles and hundreds of years from Camelot and the court of King Arthur.

It seems that Miss Kailyn Wilde, sorcerer and  proprietor of the magick shop, was summoning a familiar at the same instant I was casting a spell to lead me to the mushrooms. It seems the Wildes have had trouble with their magick of late. Mayhap our spells became tangled and warped. But that bit of knowledge doesn’t get me any closer to home.

I have gallantly tried to make the best of the situation, but I am no longer a young man. My mind and memory have passed their peak. As a result, I have caused a bit of havoc in the lives of Kailyn and her aunt Tilly. If not for these two dear women, I don’t know what would have become of me in a world so different from the one I left.

Kailyn has discovered the ability to teleport herself and she’s been working hard to increase her skill. Eventually she hopes to be strong enough to take me home. But first she’ll have to figure out how to teleport back in time as well as distance. I fear I have a long wait ahead of me, but I will try to maintain a positive outlook and nurture the belief that I will see my home again. While I wait for that auspicious day, I will keep busy and make the most of my life here. If I eat enough pizza and ice cream, mayhap I will tire of it by the time Kailyn is able to take me home.