Important Notice: On my vacation just now, I found out that I lost some of my fun at writing ever since posting what I created, because I always thought about what would be good for the readers. Something I never did in the years before. I wrote a story just as it came to my mind once again and can tell, that it does far more to relax me than what I did in the last months. As a consequence, I will not post anymore in the foreseeable future and go back to write just to relax without self-inflicted pressure that it needs to get likes and such. Effect immediate, all my stories are on hiatus. My girlfriend will be the only one getting my stories from now. As it was in the beginning.

Okay, I was in a new universe wherever. The interesting thing was, that I could not find anything interesting here. Did I really land in just some universe at the ass-end of nowhere? Something like my home reality?

As far as I could tell, this was a normal earth in the eightieth. A boring planet with absolutely nothing to do. Well, I could always fuck some women, but that I could do better at home. I did not have to travel to new universes for that.

Everything was normal for the last weeks in which I created a paper trail for me out of boredom and went bonkers on the stock markets. It was never bad to have money to burn and I knew what would happen on such a planet to a certain degree. And the rest was a feeling in the Force, magic or whatever it was called around here. If it was called anything around here.

While magic around this world was fairly strong, I found no evidence so far that there was anything magical anywhere. Could it be that in such a strong environment no one grew up to have the ability to use those powers? Made no sense to me from everything my scientists found out about the Force in the beginning. Neither what I learned while staying with the Charmed Sisters.

Well, I possibly had a sign that something was going on under the radar in England. There were thousands of owls sighted flying around in the last night and fireworks without anything left as far as I could find out. And that was still ignoring shooting stars out of nowhere. There were some other signs that screamed mag-ic to me. But I would see that once I found anything out of order.

I was teleporting around the area of London searching for something out of order but it seemed that after the last night, nothing was happening again. Someone was actively stomping down on this. It certainly ex-plained why I could not find shit so far. In my random jumping around, I had come in the most boring neighbourhood I had ever seen. Everything looked identically pristine. I wanted to hurl. That would at least change something.

White picket fences, methodically cut lawns, flowers standing like soldiers in a parade. All the houses had perfectly clean windows with the same boring curtains behind them. Since it was the first of November, it was cold and all the perfect chimneys had the same smoke above them.

Suddenly, the lights at the end of the street went off. One after the other. What made it interesting was the small amount of magic used to do that. There was definitely a magic user somewhere over there. One that tried not to be seen. I could feel it now. Pulling my own invisibility even tighter around me, I went to meet something hopefully interesting.

I sneaked like the wind through the street. Even if I only found a drunken wizard or something, it would be a damn start into what had to be there somewhere. Magic was fun, if I found a secret magical community something had to happen there to keep me occupied. And fucking magically was always more fun than the normal way.