Chapter 47

Samira
I didn’t know where I was, but nobody seemed to want to help. I was now wearing plain white pajamas, though many wore… elegant Roman styled robes. I felt out of place, as there were markets and open stalls ahead. A whole city of merchants…..
The well off souls had porters and servants with them. The even richer had special carriages that had poles instead of wheels, so burly men could carry it, not be horse-drawn….
This place was *the* Bazar in the In-Between…. I knew the story of Tek’Vahshey, but I never thought it was *real*….
The In-Between leads to all afterlives and even some other worlds…. It goes on forever, and being lost here will last until I’m escorted home, or I wake up. Since I’m alive and healthy, my body will yank me back home eventually…. So I’m not in *that* much danger right?
Everything was so colorful… Behind me was an endless forest with countless trails leading to one place or the next. The bilinguals signs were all understandable too, even though I didn’t speak Demon or Angel…
In front of me was a wide cobblestone paved street with thousands of street vendors, and millions of people. I wondered how Big this place was, because in the distance were buildings too. They were wooden, looking as if they were constructed by possibly a Middle Eastern people, since the architecture blended well….
There were so many kinds of architecture too. Each stall seemed to reflect the time period, world, and culture of the shop owner. Some had gems to sell, or food, but each section of the Bazar was also categorized, and the street name reflected what was sold.
This was the magical wares section. This was 147-Bits n’Bobs St.
I should have tried harder to wake up, but legend says that you may only see it once…
I had no money, but it was interesting seeing all the different souls… Here people could be their true forms… If I wanted to be a unicorn, there was a whole herd here of rich colors I’d never seen before, but gods they were beautiful. They had their horns put away for politeness…. Old unicorns can have horns up to 4 feet long. They had their money around their necks, speaking in their horse form since here it’s possible.
If not for them being strangers, I’d go up to them…. Maybe I should?
There were giant trolls at least 10 feet tall, demons of all kinds, werewolves, and even great bats flew overhead. Bird shifters of every kind and color, dragons, fairies, and great serpents slithered in the sky as well…
This place was almost overwhelming with all the smells, sights, and sounds. I think the bat people called vampyr. They’re a kind of living vampire, but they’re technically a kind of bat shifter. The Realm King made them for his army, but let a few come to the mortal world to guard his magic private island.
The Vampire Queen is this race. However, unlike the blacks and browns of the others, she was bioluminescent and white furred, making her *actually* really pretty. I also heard that her face is akin to a flying fox’s not a normal bat.
“Get Genuine, Tripple-Processed Powdered Light, 10 Gold! All Standard Sized 1oz Coins Accepted! What a deal!” Shouted a goblin. His wooden stall was messy, and covered top to bottom in trinkets…. It seemed in his death, he found a way to make money…. And his blue 9 foot tall assistant was as burly as Tyson… “Feeling lost out here in the endless plain of grass and trees?! Fly over it! Ethically sourced, Rare Panter Pam’s Tankerbell dust right here! Can’t find it anywhere else!”
“You don’t even need to think the happy thoughts! Our *ethically* sourced unicorn horn will have you flying higher than your altitude!” Yelled his 9 foot tall troll assistant.
“That was pretty good.”
“Thanks boss.” He beamed.
That claim was interesting, but I knew better….
Alive or not he’s a goblin…. And my living parts are, no matter *where* I go, worth a fortune….
It was then that I got scared… I am not a Queen here, and even if I *am* it only applies to *my* world….
“Hey you smell that?” Said the troll beside him. “Honey… Lemon sweet-bread *Treats*?”
“What cha sniffin’ up Rinney?” said the goblin.
“Money.” He growled like Tyson does…. “Unicorn… but the fleshy smell.” He scratched his chin.
“I smell it too… Look! You’re right.” Said the goblin excitedly.
Shit.
I bolted and the big monster shook the ground behind me…. And I shifted.
“Holy shit I can already taste that sweet fucking powder!” Yelled a werewolf, shifting, but he ran with a knife in his mouth.
“Where?! Gimmie-gimmie-gimmie!” Screamed a demon at the top of his lungs… He was a lean goat demon with a long razer tipped tail….
“Look a *flesh* unicorn!” Said another unicorn… “Get It!”
He shifted into a black bicorn, a goatlike demonic version of me… He held goat horns and black fur with red eyes…
“I won’t hurt you!” He cackled.
How stupid of me…
How STUPID!
Why would a unicorn come down *here*, when they have access to Haven AND the maker’s realm?!
I didn’t know where to go or what to do, but I skidded to a stop, and slammed into a red cloaked woman with red hair… It was a rich orange, crimson, like it was on fire. It peaked through her hood, but the scowl made me bow my head to apologize….
Their passive existence made me feel like a bug. The aura of them was so great, that I half expected to die right now…. I ran into *true* royalty… someone *all* the spirits were afraid of…..
Their fierce green eyes made the rest of them stop. She wore no makeup, but there wasn’t a single flaw when the cowl was removed. Their slightly pointed ears told me that *maybe* they had elf’s blood in their veins, though the overwhelming aura of her…. She’s probably some pureblooded eldritch horror.
“What are you doing here mortal?” She asked, though her voice was pretty masculine… By scent this unnaturally beautiful person smelled like bird and charcoal.