A blast of light and an explosion of sound is the only real way of explaining Peter’s entrance into Dorminya.

After the sinking feeling he had during the Phaze, he was yet to feel another only this time it would be real. The young King didn’t know that in order to Phaze successfully, you have to think of either your destination or, if you have never been there, its name. Though concentrating on only the name of the place is still very risky, as you could end up merging with something. For example, if you were Phazing into the outdoors, you could merge with a rock or bolder, perhaps a passing cart or even, heaven forbid, another person.

Peter, on the other hand, was lucky. Some might call it bad luck, for he ended up in midair; however, the old mattress and the dusty sheet had Phazed with him, so others might say he was lucky. The white sheet would stop the mattress from tipping over and throwing him off, provided the wind kept in his favour. Regardless, the mattress would most certainly take some of the fall. Peter’s quick healing powers would take the rest.

As he fell, he found himself praying to God, something that he had not done since he was a child. Halfway through his pleading, he landed with a splat. He had landed in a very muddy field.

His healing powers were quick to kick in, and he was soon throwing the now muddy sheet aside and taking his first look at the world he had longed to see without even knowing it. He certainly felt a little lucky, for when he checked, only the soles of his shoes were muddy as he stepped into the field.

“It could’ve been worse,” he said aloud.

Just then, the wooden chest from the attic fell with another splat. Mud flew in every direction, covering him from head to toe.

“Me and my big fat mouth. Great, just great.” Peter then tried to wipe the mud away from the picture of the red Dragon that was on his hoodie. Afterward, he took his first real look at this new world. The sky was cloudy and grey, but apart from the weather, there was no difference from the world he had just left. Normally he would be curious, but now he just wanted to find somewhere to get out of the cold and wipe the rest of the muck off of his clothes.

He looked in all directions. After staring around for a considerable amount of time, he again turned his attention back to finding somewhere he would be able to stay, and there on the horizon, he could see a thin steady stream of smoke rising in the distance.

His Dragon eyes showed themselves, and Peter zoomed in on the location of the smoke. It was a small farmhouse. The young Draga-Wizard-Elf felt a little serge of excitement at the sight and started walking in the direction of the smoke. Though as he did, he heard a creak of wood. When he turned round, he saw the old muddy chest floating in midair. Peter stepped back and it moved to follow. The boy continued to retreat, and the chest continued to follow.

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“Well, at least I don’t have to carry the thing.”

He set off in the direction of the smoke at a run, his chest following his every step.

There were trees at the borders of the field; Peter could see some of them clearly. They had brown leaves and yellow trunks.

As Peter went, he felt lighter than before, as if he had lost weight without even knowing it. He began to run faster and faster.

While he ran, the loose muck from the ground that came off his track shoes splashed up the back of his black hoodie, covering the picture of the silver Dragon on the back and the seat of his jeans. Now he was completely covered in mud front and back. The front had dried with the force of the wind blowing against him.

At his top speed, he had reached the cottage in a few seconds. There what Peter thought to be a horse like creature was pulling a plough, but it looked twice the size of any horse that the boy had ever seen. Then again, he had only ever seen about three or four horses in his life. The creature’s head was oddly shaped, though at that range, Peter couldn’t see its full features. He could see, however, that its head was considerably small by comparison to its overall size. Its plump, thick body led to the assumption that it was very well looked after and hardly did any work, though its legs told a different story, for they were large and finely-tuned.

The young King could also see a man behind the creature steering the plough (presumably the farmer).

“HELLO!” Peter shouted after the man.

The farmer turned. “Your name, stranger,” he said as he started toward the boy.

Peter also walked forward.

“My name is -” Peter paused, not knowing whether he should use his Wizard name or Normal name. After a moment he decided. “My name is Peter.” He thought this best, as he did not know how well known his Wizard name might be in this new world.

“What happened to you?” asked the man curiously. For these were surely strange sights to behold: a boy-covered head to toe in muck, not to mention the floating chest which Peter had forgotten about, and the boy’s clothes.

“I fell in the mud.”

“I’ll say. Well, you better come in,” the farmer said as he moved his head to gesture for Peter to go into the house.

“Did you see that light in the sky, Jert?” said a large woman at the door of the house.

“Huri, we have a visitor.”

“Oh, yes, right. Well, if you want to - what happened to you?”

“I slipped and fell in the mud,” Peter repeated.

“Well, we’ll have to get you out of those dirty clothes. You better come in,” said the woman, who now had fixed her sight on the floating chest. “This is your chest is it?” she asked.

“Yes, it’s one of those new chests from Earth, designed so you don’t have to carry it. Handy, don’t you think,” Peter lied.

“That’s funny,” said the farmer smiling, “I thought it was a Wizard’s chest, and it looks by no means new.”

His wife laughed, and Peter blushed and felt like an idiot.

“If you’ll go on in, I’ll explain how I know what I know,” said the man.

The farmer’s wife got Peter some clothing from a cupboard and sent him to a room to change, which he did quickly. When he emerged from the room, he was wearing a thin crimson shirt and trousers to match; he still wore his own track shoes. He made for the small living room that he had seen on his way in.