Author's Note: Ah, I'm bored and yet I don't want to start on the next chapter immediately, so I'll write something else. If you've read Not Your Ordinary Day in Centralville, this story is just a part of that. Although, I decided to put it as an entirely different story for a reason… well then, let's start.

Think of this story as an alternate dimension to the Centralville story I'm currently working on. The reason why I wrote this is because this dimension and their dimension will eventually meet at some point. To understand both dimensions, you need a background story of the other.

Anyway, enough ranting, here's Chapter 1.

Note as of 08/12/2020: I'll be branching this story along with two other stories I have here in Royal Road under the username nicolemay537. FP side will still be attended and updated of course.


A Different Kind of World

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Roommate

Why does it always have to be like this? Everything is so boring, I don't know what's left to do… Was staying here a good idea? It's been a year and yet, nothing has changed. It's always the same. The same people, the same events… is there a reason to go on?

A twelve year old girl was walking on the sidewalk while observing everything around her. She was about four feet tall, had short black hair with a white headband on it and wore glasses. Her attire was very formal, for someone as young as her. She was wearing a long sleeved white shirt with a maroon coat over it, a tight skirt that matched the color of her coat and black Mary Jane shoes with white socks. She didn't pay attention to anyone who was staring at her and continued to walk until she could get back home. Her place wasn't exactly a house, but rather, she lived in a small apartment. It did sound strange for a twelve year old to be living by herself, but in the first place, she really didn't belong in this world.

She lived in another realm… or universe rather. She wasn't exactly an ordinary human being either. In fact she was a witch, someone who had magical powers. What was more interesting about her was that she was not just any ordinary witch. She was one of the most powerful witches in that universe, despite her age. And yet, she felt no achievement for doing such a feat and instead, she wanted to live in a place where magic didn't exist. She thought perhaps, in there, she could find something that would make her happy. She wanted to stay in a small town called Centralville. Her parents were a bit hesitant at first, but eventually decided to allow her to stay there. They were the ones who were funding her financially, since she was too young to get a job of her own. The apartment she was staying in apparently belongs to her mother, who used to stay there while she was doing some observations on ordinary humans years ago.

Once the girl finally reached the apartment building, she felt that someone was following her. She quickly turned around and saw a girl who had long brown hair. The suspicious girl wore a green t-shirt with blue jeans and sneakers. She looked really confused and also scared at the black haired girl's glare.

"Who… are you? Why are you following me?" the black haired girl asked reluctantly as she folded her arms across her chest.

"Ah, my… name's Nicole May Rustford! But… as to why I was following you… I really have no clue," Nicole May replied and laughed nervously. "I'm really sorry, but… I really don't know who I am outside of my name."

"What?" the girl looked a bit surprised and stared at Nicole May's face carefully. Then, she tried to cast a spell on her by pointing on her head with her finger just to see what was inside her mind. However, as soon as she released her magic towards her, something unexpected happened. Her spell didn't work at all. She quickly tapped her glasses to scan her and to check if she had an aura. An aura was something that was invisible to ordinary humans but most witches and warlocks could see it using a special device, or any object they could see through, like a pair of glasses. An aura not only determined the power level of a witch, but it also served as a defense mechanism against unwanted magic. The more powerful a witch was, the more functions an aura could have.

"What's wrong?" Nicole May asked, noticing how nervous the girl was. "Do you… perhaps know who I am?"

"No… it's not that…" the girl muttered hesitantly and tapped her glasses again. "Hey, why don't you come with me to my apartment for a bit? There's something that I need to ask you…"

"Huh? Sure, under one condition…" Nicole May said as she placed her hands on her hips.

"What… what is it?" the girl asked wearily as she sweat-dropped.

"I want to know your name," Nicole May demanded and pouted. "It's not fair that you're the only one who gets to know my name…"

"Fine… it's Avegaille Stewart…"


After climbing through the stairs to the second floor of the apartment complex, the two of them finally arrived at the designated unit. Avegaille opened the door to her apartment and walked inside. Nicole May looked really excited as she looked around the hallway and eventually went inside the unit. The apartment was quite small, and only had two doors inside, where one led to the bathroom, while the other led to the bedroom. The area near the glass window with blinds installed was the living room. There was a flat LED television screen mounted on the wall, a small coffee table below it, and a sofa on the other end. To the left side from where Nicole May was standing at, was a dining table with four chairs. There was also a kitchen counter with cabinets mounted above it and a small refrigerator to its side. The kitchen counter had a microwave oven on it and also a small electric stove. On the side where Avegaille was standing close to the door, there was a small table with a mirror hanging on the wall. Then, Avegaille closed the door and led Nicole May in the living room area. Both of them went over there and sat down on the sofa.

"Hey, there's something I wanted to ask you…" Avegaille said, staring at Nicole May seriously. "Can you do magic?"

"Huh… magic… what do you mean? Like a magic trick?" Nicole May asked, raising an eyebrow and then, scratched her head.

"No, magic… like this…" Avegaille muttered, facing the coffee table and then, pointed her finger towards it.

The coffee table started floating in midair, in which startled Nicole May. She immediately stood up and waved her arms above the coffee table to see if there were any strings attached to it.

Avegaille stared at her exasperatedly and sweat-dropped. "It's not a magic trick, okay? That's the kind of magic I'm talking about…"

"Oh…" Nicole May sat down on the sofa again and laughed nervously while sweat-dropping. "Well, the problem is, I don't even remember anything outside of my name. It's really strange you know. All of a sudden, I woke up sitting on a bench in the park without remembering where I lived, who I was before or if I had known anyone around here. Then, when I was about to give up remembering anything, I saw you walking by yourself. You seem really deep in thought that I didn't want to disturb you and instead kept following you."

"I see…" Avegaille pointed on the coffee table and it slowly moved until it went back to its original position. "You… you should know, the aura that you currently have right now is something that only a Level 10 witch or warlock could possess."

"Huh… what?" Nicole May got even more confused after hearing what she said. "Level 10 witch? Since when did witches have rankings like levels and had auras around them?"

"What, you think this is just all made up?" Avegaille retorted and sighed exasperatedly. "You just saw what I did, there are more things we can do than just levitate objects!"

"Well… not really… but still… maybe you should explain the whole level system first. I mean, you make it sound like Level 10 is the highest level a witch could attain…" Nicole May muttered as she sweat-dropped.

"That's because it is the highest!" Avegaille exclaimed irritably. She clenched her fist and glared at Nicole May. Then, she sighed, trying to calm herself down, and folded her arms across her chest. "Look, I know you're trying to recover from your memory loss… I could help you anytime, but the problem is your aura. I can't cast any spells on you with that aura around you!"

"Well, you don't have to force it… I mean, maybe this memory loss was somehow a good thing. I could start all over again, probably make things even better," Nicole May said nonchalantly and giggled a bit. "Although, I do have a problem… I'll probably have to live in the streets since I don't have anywhere to go to… and I don't exactly want to—"

"Not another word!" Avegaille interrupted and quickly covered Nicole May's mouth with her hand. "You're staying here until we figure out who you are and why you have that aura around you!"

"Mppphh?" Nicole May quickly took off Avegaille's hand and smiled at her. She quickly shook Avegaille's hand while giggling. "You're so kind, I'll be good and behave properly~"

"Yeah… first, you should probably take a bath. I'll give you some new clothes to wear too… ones that I don't use anyway," Avegaille muttered. She looked really exasperated while Nicole May continued to shake her hand.


"Don't you think this is a bit formal?" Nicole May asked while she looked down at the clothes she was wearing. She was now wearing a long sleeved collared white shirt with a green v-neck sleeveless sweater over it and a gray pleated skirt. She was still wearing the same sneakers from earlier, since Avegaille didn't have any shoes of her size.

"Hey, at least it fits…" Avegaille muttered and sighed.

The two of them were currently inside the bedroom. The bedroom had a king sized bed, enough to fit two people. The door by the other end of the bed led to the bathroom. There were two doors for the bathroom… one from inside the bedroom, the other from outside the bedroom, by the living room area. To the left side of bed was a study table, and on the other further side of the room was a bookshelf brimming with books. The closet was next to the door leading outside, where Avegaille kept her clothes. Next to the bookshelf was a desktop computer and a rotating office chair.

"I guess… I'll have to get used to it," Nicole May said and shrugged. She sat down next to Avegaille, who was sitting on her bed. "Do you go to school or something? I mean, it would be kinda boring if we're stuck here doing nothing…"

"I'm already done with my studies… but if you're talking about ordinary human schooling… it's only May, so… their school year won't end until June," Avegaille muttered as she folded her arms across her chest. "At least, if you followed this world's calendar…"

"Eh? That long?!" Nicole May wailed helplessly and groaned.

"It's only… two months… Well, actually, four months, since they have two months of summer vacation before a new school year starts," Avegaille continued and closed her eyes.

"Damn, I really wanted to go to school… maybe perhaps, I could remember something," Nicole May muttered and sighed.

"My Mom's coming over to check up on me… I would probably have to explain to her why I'm letting you stay here…" Avegaille said as she opened her eyes and stood up. "While you wait, you can read some of my books… You… you do know how to read at least, right?"

"Well, I may have amnesia, but it doesn't mean I don't remember doing stuff like reading, talking to people, and some other things," Nicole May replied confidently. She stood up and quickly went by the bookshelf, checking the books in it. She browsed through the books until she spotted an interesting title. She quickly took it out, flipped the book open and started reading through it. She had difficulty reading the book, as the text was blurry for her. She tried moving the book closer to her but the text got even more blurry. Finally, she moved the book away from her until she saw how clear it was.

"Huh?" Avegaille turned to Nicole May, noticing how she was holding the book away from her. "Why are you reading like that?"

"I don't know… the text looks really blurry when I put it close to me," Nicole May replied wearily. She laughed nervously and closed the book in her hand. Then, she walked back close to the bed and sat down on it.

"You're probably far sighted," Avegaille muttered and sighed. "Come on, we'll wait in the living room… maybe I can ask Mom to get you glasses or something."


Three hours had already passed, and both Avegaille and Nicole May were still watching the television. Nicole May was practically picking the channels since Avegaille had no interest at any show airing. Avegaille was also getting impatient as it was taking longer than usual for her mother to arrive. Then, someone knocked on the door and Avegaille quickly ran up to it. As she opened the door, she saw her mother carrying a box with her hands.

"Mom… hey… what's with the box?" Avegaille asked as she sweat-dropped.

"Oh, your sister was baking cakes again, and she said I should bring one for you," Mrs. Stewart replied and giggled. Avegaille stepped back and Mrs. Stewart went inside the apartment. Then, she placed the box on the dining table and looked around. She had long black hair and wore glasses, just like Avegaille. She was also wearing a light blue turtleneck sweater, faded black jeans and sneakers. Like Avegaille, she was also a witch but she wasn't dependent on her powers unless it was needed for an emergency.

"I'm… not really fond of cakes…" Avegaille muttered hesitantly. She closed the door and walked up to her mother.

"Don't be ridiculous, you used to love them when you were younger," Mrs. Stewart rebutted and patted her daughter's head. Then, she noticed that someone was on the sofa and approached her. "Oh? Since when did you start making friends with people around here?"

"Ack! I forgot… she's Nicole May Rustford," Avegaille replied and ran up to the sofa where Nicole May was. "I just met her earlier this morning…"

"Ah, Nicole May… that's a nice name," Mrs. Stewart remarked and smiled softly. She looked down at Nicole May, who was staring at her hesitantly. "Don't be nervous now… it's okay. I mean, it's really rare for Avegaille to have friends, especially in this town."

"Ah… yes… nice to meet you also, Mrs. Stewart…" Nicole May muttered and laughed nervously.

"You don't have to pretend Mom… she already knows that we're witches…" Avegaille muttered exasperatedly.

"Eh… wait… Did you just tell her that we're witches?!" Mrs. Stewart exclaimed. She quickly grabbed her daughter's shoulders and stared at her sternly. "You know we're not supposed to tell ordinary humans that we have magical powers!"

"Oh… she's not just any ordinary human… she's someone who apparently has an aura solely reserved for Level 10 witches," Avegaille explained apathetically.

"Wait… what? That's impossible! All witches who become Level 10 are all known by everyone in the council," Mrs. Stewart said, letting go of Avegaille's shoulders. "I never heard of someone named Nicole May Rustford being on that list…"

"Yeah… my thoughts exactly… but Mom… she can't use magic," Avegaille added and sat down next to Nicole May. Then, she stared at her suspiciously. "…Or can you?"

"Eh, but… I don't even remember who I am… how am I supposed to know if I can use magic?" Nicole May asked nervously as she sweat-dropped.

"A case of amnesia?" Mrs. Stewart sat down next to Nicole May and stared intently at her eyes. "Do you remember anything, like your parents, where you lived, and other things?"

"I'm really sorry, but I don't…" Nicole May replied glumly and lowered her head. "Avegaille was kind enough to let me stay here, and I'm really thankful for that…"

"I see… well, that's fine with me too, maybe perhaps, Avegaille would be less grumpy that way," Mrs. Stewart remarked and giggled while Avegaille groaned and stared at her exasperatedly. Then, she furrowed her eyebrows and folded her arms across her chest. "I have to report this to the council though, so I hope you don't mind. If they allow it, you can also visit our place next time."

"Oh yeah, Mom…" Avegaille interrupted as Mrs. Stewart turned to her. "She needs glasses… well, in her case, she's far sighted."

"Ah, well, we can go to an optical shop right now if you want," Mrs. Stewart said and smiled. "I know someone here who's quite good at them… the glasses I mean."


"Hey, Avegaille… what's wrong?" Nicole May asked as she turned to Avegaille, who was sitting on the sofa with her arms folded across her chest.

It had been hours since they had returned from the optical shop and Nicole May finally had new glasses. It was on her head since she could see just fine without them, but not when it comes to reading. Earlier, after arriving back at the apartment, the three of them ate the cake that Mrs. Stewart brought earlier. Avegaille was hesitant at eating it at first but her mother was able to convince her to eat at least one slice. After Mrs. Stewart made some adjustments to the bedroom and left, Nicole May was bothered at how quiet Avegaille was and thought of trying to cheer her up.

"Don't mind me… I'm always like this…" Avegaille muttered and closed her eyes. "I should probably get dinner ready…"

"Eh… can I help out? You know… cook… maybe I'll learn some new things," Nicole May said hesitantly. "You… you don't mind, do you?"

"You sound nervous, but yeah, sure… you can pick what we can cook," Avegaille replied and slowly opened her eyes. She stood up and walked towards the kitchen counter. She looked around and then took a book that was on top of the refrigerator. "It's been a while since I last cooked something with someone…"

"Really?" Nicole May quickly ran up to Avegaille and stood next to her. Then, Avegaille handed over the book to her. "I noticed that you don't live with anyone and that your Mom just visited you… plus the fact that you mentioned you don't live in this world… so, why did you decide to stay here by yourself?"

"Oh that… I don't know, really. Having so much power… and not knowing what to do with it, it bothered me a lot…" Avegaille muttered as she slowly turned away from Nicole May and folded her arms across her chest. "Everywhere I go… those people would always keep staring at me. I really couldn't stand it. Also, I wasn't happy… I wanted to find that one thing that could make me happy."

"I see…" Nicole May kept quiet while staring down at the book she was holding. Then, she placed the book on the table and quickly hugged Avegaille from the side. "I'll help you out then!"

"Huh?" Avegaille's eyes widen and quickly turned to Nicole May. "Hey… what makes you think you can help me with my problem?"

"I don't know, I'll just do whatever I can," Nicole May replied happily and grinned.

"Just don't force yourself…" Avegaille muttered and looked down while trying to smile in return.


End of Chapter 1

This story won't have regular updates like the first one I'm working on… but yeah… I'll update this when I can.