I'm flying, at top speed, to new heights I didn't think was possible before, I never knew I could run this fast. Sometimes I do it for the adrenaline rush, but most of the time it's out of fear. I just escaped from some type of facility that has a lot of security and rules. I didn't think my plan of escape was going to work, but it did! Day one of ending up here in this strange world; some strangers in hooded cloaks teleported me into some building with electric fences, a force field around it and padded, sterile-looking, sparse cells. One of my worst fears had come to life that night; being imprisoned and kidnapped, and after weeks of being there, of surveying the comings and goings around me; I plotted my escape and did it with perfect precision. 

I turn corners at breakneck pace, I'm going so quick that I worry about banging into something or someone, but I don't stop, I can't slow down, I must keep going, or they'll catch me. I don't know who or what they are, they're not like normal cops or psychologists from my home planet. I mean they interrogated me like I was a POW (prisoner of war), and I haven't even done anything to warrant it. At least I know the name of the planet now, Magicia, the bane of my existence. I left when things had begun to turn sour, and the cruelty there got too much for me to bear. 

I feel a burst of energy and I know they're nearby, I don't know how many of them there are, but I feel my anxiety ramp up in anticipation, nerves, and fear. I can't let them catch me, because if they do they'll hurt me again and I refuse to let that happen twice. My survival instincts kick in with immediate force, revving me on to fight or die trying, however for now at least I should keep running until I can't anymore. I stop every now and then to catch my breath, but I am struggling a lot and I wish I had my inhaler on me right now. If I die from running I'll never get over that embarrassment in the afterlife.

I look around trying to figure out where I should go instead of just running around aimlessly with no direction in mind. I notice a poster on the wall near me and go over to look at it (I really do need my glasses I think to myself); it says on it that there's a pop up market in the town square. A pop up market? That could work, but I would need a plan for when I stop running and face them, I'll just think about it on the way though. I try to figure out where it is, and which direction it's in, but they've found me, I've run out of time and just pick one at random.

If I thought I could trust anyone I would ask for help, but in this world I can tell who's lying, who is corrupt, and who is evil just from looking at their aura. I'm also trapped in a perpetual void of paranoia, mistrust and fear of others, and I don't respect authority at all. Somehow by some coincidence I ended up at a pop up market, which is lucky for me, but not so lucky for the large crowd surrounding me. A vibration of energy runs through my veins begging to be let out, but I shove it down for now, because later when the council members arrive I'll need all the strength I have.

Navigating crowds is not easy for me, I have claustrophobia as it is, but the noise level is not helping my sensory sensitivities, or the hustle, jostles, and random touches from strangers. I hate all of it, especially when I have to keep an eye out for the cloaked bastards and keep from being barrelled over onto the ground. I'm also starving and very dehydrated, however I have no money to pay for any of it, so I guess my stomach will have to eat itself for now, and my throat will have to burn for a little while longer. 

I am on the verge of a panic attack when someone grabs me from behind, I nearly hit him, until I look over and see who it is. He's absolutely gorgeous, he's taller than me, which isn't difficult at my 5ft 1 inch height, and has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen, they're nearly purple. His hair is long and flows like a silk scarf down his back, and is the colour of silver as though it was bleached by chemicals, but on him it's natural.

I don't quite catch everything he says, but I get the gist of it somehow as he wants to help me. Unfortunately me being me makes it impossible for me to believe he actually means that, that he's telling the truth, or to really trust him, or his intentions at all. I'm mean to him and I hate myself for it, because he doesn't deserve to be treated like that. Then the cloaked shadows appear in front of us, and I know I have nowhere left to go, and must trust that this new person won't stab me in the back too. Then condescending Carol steps forward; I don't think that's her real name, and tries to persuade me by talking down to me like I'm 3 or 4 years old again and misgenders me, I'm a transgender man, I might look like a woman for now, but inside I have always been a man. 

I'm so done with these jackasses, I'm not going to listen to them, I'm not their doormat, or plaything! My name is Nova Yorie, and I'm a proud British citizen, and nobody is ever going to push me around again, especially these assholes! The magic flares to life, and they try to bring me down, but they made one fatal mistake, they underestimated me. I am surprised when the battle begins that the silver haired guy was actually helping me, and that he is trained like he was in the military. Maybe they have extracurricular activities at schools here too? That would be pretty cool I guess. 

Focus Nova! I tell myself, because I don't want these fuckers catching me unaware and getting the best of me. One by one they fall like oversized dominoes. I find it oddly amusing, but I also feel bad for hurting them even though I know I shouldn't, especially when they're trying to hurt me. I overheard one of them call the tall lanky guy Shadow, which I feel is an odd name for someone who isn't a dog or cat, but it's not like I have any say in what his parents name him. During the battle people had screamed and ran for cover, allowing for more room to defend myself against my pursuers, but after the battle was won what followed was a cacophonic echo that made my ears buzz in the din of the atmosphere.

I perused the area around me and Shadow and everyone was gone, I guess we scared the crap out of them enough that they had fled the scene. The devastation around me is very concerning, I don't like it when I do that in anger, but this seems worse somehow because I was aware of what I was doing and for once I didn't get so angry that I would black out. I turn and look at Shadow and he's busy picking up some of the food and gathering it all together using bin bags. "What are you doing, we don't have time for that?" I say, feeling my energy ebb away with my exhausted body. "You're going to need food for later, and you don't have any money as far as I know, plus you're on the run, so you're gonna need to find a place to hide for now." He said matter of factly. I couldn't even think straight right now, and this guy is on full power, either that or he just knows how to handle a crisis. I help him gather as much food as we can before we head away from the town square and straight towards the beach. "Won't people see us if we go this way?" I ask anxiously. "Yes, but the forest is further away, and the caves are easier to get to, although it's not comfortable to live in, it's more ideal, because you won't get rained on and people think they're haunted so they'll steer clear too." He replied.

We make it into the beach and oddly enough nobody is here, which makes no sense to me, because the sun is shining and the overcast isn't very cloudy, it also feels lovely and warm with a cool breeze drifting around us all. Shadow doesn't talk much it seems, which bugs me, but at the same time it doesn't. I guess I'm a cave dweller now, I live in a cave, and now I actually appreciate houses in all their structure with their walls and roofs. One day soon hopefully things will improve, but for now unfortunately I'm homeless and I have zero support unless Shadow sticks with me, which I hope he does, because I find him very intriguing.

We enter the cave, everything goes dark, I don't have very good night vision, and eating plenty of green or orange vegetables is a fallacy, and should definitely not be believed. 

Suddenly, the area above our heads lights up like tiny fire bugs. I look up puzzled and curious and see lots of twinkly lights that weren't there a minute ago. I look over at Shadow and he smirks knowingly at me, “I can teach you if you like, but I'm going to need something in return?" 

I pause and squint at him suspiciously, “Like blackmail or is this a favour?" His smile fades, and he gives me a look that I can't decipher with my autistic brain, “A favour I guess, I don't blackmail people.” I consider what he just said before replying, “Okay then, ask me whatever you like, but it better not be rude or insulting.”