My name is Trina Kodia, and I lived on Kure Island, the furthest away from Hawaii. My life on the island was calm, not to say monotonous. I went to school and went home to finish my tasks and take care of my two younger sisters, since Dad worked as a helicopter pilot, owns an eco-tourism agency. But my mother had a routine a little different from mine. She went to the US in an asylum for her "practices". The Kure community decided they did not want Mrs. Kodia when they saw her at night on the beach drawing symbols on the sand. In Kure, people knew this was witchcraft. They knew what she was. They just did not want her there. So I, Daddy and the girls had to turn around. I was 12 years old.

When I was 15, I had my birthday present: a trip to Disney. I was crazy to go, but I ran away from my group and ran to a taxi and gave the coordinates of the place where Mama Kodia was. I found her sane, talking to other patients and helping to give food to one of them. The nurses knew of her report, but they could not discharge since my father's orders were that she stay there.

-Mom?

She hugged me and I buried my head in her chest, smelling the salt of her hair, which I remembered so well. We both cried a lot, then laughed and talked. I begged her to come back with me, and after the weather got tense and we talked loudly with each other, she decided to show me her books. All the grimoires all the artifacts, everything. He said that there was a world different from ours and that I could see it. In my hands she put a key and told me to go home. She said she could not give any more clues. Then she gave me a necklace and told me to go on the birthday trip and call Papa because he would have already received the call from the tour manager. Deep inside, we both knew he would have suspected. But he would be furious anyway.

-Mama?

-Yes? She was dressed in white.

"Did Papa come to see you?"

-Every end of the month. We're going to have dinner and sleep together. - she smiled. - Do not worry.

"I still do not understand why you have to stay here. The twins, me and Papa missed us a lot ... "A tear of mine ran down to my mouth, and I could taste salty and remember home.

"I also miss you, Leilani. She kissed my forehead. Leilani means "heavenly girl" in Hawaiian. She never called me Trina. "But there's no way for Papa to drop the agency, which gives money, and live elsewhere, just so I can live with you. The money would go down and it's not much, I do not want my 3 hibiscus to go hungry, Leilani.

"Then stop doing these things and say you've changed!" - the tears were now so many, that I could no longer remember the house, but the open sea and I felt drowned. "The island can take you back!"

"Ah, Leilani ..." She shakes my hand, which has the key. - You will understand. I do for Papa and for my 3 flowers. Please do not say such harsh words, daughter. Mama is well, Papa is well, Leilani is well and the two hibiscus are well. Forgive Mama. She hugged me.

We finished well, I said I would try to find anything at home and I would go back to see her. Deep inside, we were both alone. The family was separated, but no one had stopped loving less, and I always thought it was beautiful. Tragic, but beautiful.

The trip to Orlando was wonderful, but the scolding that I took of Papa not so much. After a lot of scolding over the phone, and after the 7-day trip, I returned home. I counted the key and he said that I would have to find out, just as one day would be the turn of the twins.

I found a trapdoor under the double bed of Mama and Papa. It had a lock, and when I fitted the key, it opened. Inside it was lined with rugs that Mama braided herself. Moving on, I ended up with no way out, and I did not know why. I decided to go back, but when I opened the trap door again, I was in the middle of nowhere. There was no house, it was sand. It was undoubtedly the same island, but it looked like another time. Behind me, the trapdoor opens again and was Pope:

"I remembered how dangerous it was when your mother brought me here. And as she guided me, I think she would want me to do the same since she can not be here.

"What place is this Pope?"

"It's Kure still, Trina. And it's the same time, answering your next question. It's just a different reality. I can not explain why your mother did not explain me well.

Then he took my hand, and we walked barefoot across the white sand. It was when we noticed a huge grotto, which I'm sure is hidden by a huge thicket, but there was not even grass in the front, just sand. And out of the cave, old women left. Then some younger ones followed her, and even girls my age. But all women.

-Leilani? A blind old woman approached me, and I was afraid. Only my mother called me Leilani.

"Trina, this is your mother's mother. Grandma Lilo.

And then my father let go of my hand and knelt down, saying he could not stay long. First because he did not belong there, and second because he was a man. Only women could enter the cave. That is, I would have to go alone with that creepy old lady and the young girls.

Then Lilo began to run her hand over my shoulders and smiled.

"It seems that Malia has protected you for a long time." It does not need any magic.

Malia is my mother's name.

When we entered the cave, it was magical. And that defines everything I've been told and shown. It was a very strong spiritual experience and I understood everything that Mama had gone through and I could feel the regret of the words I had said in the USA. How I hurt Mama, and she did everything to protect us ... I fell in love with magic and witchcraft and stayed there for years. Exactly 4 years, and I received classes and a lot of hospitality. I also gained maturity and that changed my whole life.

It was when I was at the beach, thinking when I would go back to Papa that something moved in the background, some meters from where my feet were. The water covered up to my ankles. And then a reptilian head appeared, the size of a horse's head, or something. Very big. I got scared and ran to the sand, thinking I would not catch up with myself. That's when I realized that it was watching me. It began to meander through the sand and looked like a snake in the desert, I could only stand still, thinking of all defense spells.

But all at once he dropped his head into the sand and seemed to lie down. After long minutes, I got closer and saw that I was injured. I examined the wound and the creature let it touch it without fear, and I did the mandingas I had learned. After doing my best, I went into the cave to call Lilo and the girls to see the monster, but when we got back, it was gone. And then they explained what it was. It was a dragon. A spirit of the sea that reflected the marine reality. The two realities.

After that, I went back to Papa and told him everything. I told the girls that they delighted in the stories and swore secrets, but I did not tell them the way I had told Papa. Now I was 19 years old. And he persuaded me to continue on the other side of the trapdoor. He was proud and had respect for witches like my mother, and that I should follow in her footsteps. After telling the story of the Dragon, he noticed my fascination and said to try.

I went back to the cave and said I could try to take care of dragons. It was when there was a big meeting, and when they learned that Papa supported and that Mama would be proud, they said that a witch trained in Dracology would be precious to the tribe. I did the test and it was scary when I discovered that it had happened, but the truth is that I did not want to go. He wanted to stay on the island and plant the magic herbs with Lilo and the girls, and have a quiet life. Being close to Papa and this reality.

But there was no remedy and they put me on a ship to Ireland and now, I'm in college. I expected something more "magical" for a magical world full of extraordinary things. But it seems that everything is as bureaucratic as the Ministry of Magic of Harry Potter.

The truth is that breathing deeply, I do not know how my life changed that way and how I ended up here. And the truth is I'm thinking of running away or changing course, anything. But I'm afraid that it does not belong to my reality or the reality in which I am now. It just does not fit into any reality that exists.