Gertrude had been retired for years when she decided to move from her home to a nursing home of her choosing. What she didn't expect was that she would never get there. Did she die? No. She was rescued against her will by a powerful being who calls himself the Spirit of Isekai. Isekai, for short. Gertrude thinks of him as a rude, immature brat, but it's too late to turn back now.
And so Gertrude begins her new life in the same old, aged body as always, with a lot less pain and a little more energy. With no goals or ambitions, she settles once again into the life of a grandmother to children who appear to be beings from the forest. But not everything is as it seems, because Gertrude can only see nice things.
This is an entry for the Elves and Grandmothers contest, and is meant to be a little shorter.
Gertrude had been retired for years when she decided to move from her home to a nursing home of her choosing. What she didn't expect was that she would never get there. Did she die? No. She was rescued against her will by a powerful being who calls himself the Spirit of Isekai. Isekai, for short. Gertrude thinks of him as a rude, immature brat, but it's too late to turn back now.
And so Gertrude begins her new life in the same old, aged body as always, with a lot less pain and a little more energy. With no goals or ambitions, she settles once again into the life of a grandmother to children who appear to be beings from the forest. But not everything is as it seems, because Gertrude can only see nice things.
This is an entry for the Elves and Grandmothers contest, and is meant to be a little shorter.
Gertrude had been retired for years when she decided to move from her home to a nursing home of her choosing. What she didn't expect was that she would never get there. Did she die? No. She was rescued against her will by a powerful being who calls himself the Spirit of Isekai. Isekai, for short. Gertrude thinks of him as a rude, immature brat, but it's too late to turn back now.
And so Gertrude begins her new life in the same old, aged body as always, with a lot less pain and a little more energy. With no goals or ambitions, she settles once again into the life of a grandmother to children who appear to be beings from the forest. But not everything is as it seems, because Gertrude can only see nice things.
This is an entry for the Elves and Grandmothers contest, and is meant to be a little shorter.
Gertrude had been retired for years when she decided to move from her home to a nursing home of her choosing. What she didn't expect was that she would never get there. Did she die? No. She was rescued against her will by a powerful being who calls himself the Spirit of Isekai. Isekai, for short. Gertrude thinks of him as a rude, immature brat, but it's too late to turn back now.
And so Gertrude begins her new life in the same old, aged body as always, with a lot less pain and a little more energy. With no goals or ambitions, she settles once again into the life of a grandmother to children who appear to be beings from the forest. But not everything is as it seems, because Gertrude can only see nice things.
This is an entry for the Elves and Grandmothers contest, and is meant to be a little shorter.
Gertrude had been retired for years when she decided to move from her home to a nursing home of her choosing. What she didn't expect was that she would never get there. Did she die? No. She was rescued against her will by a powerful being who calls himself the Spirit of Isekai. Isekai, for short. Gertrude thinks of him as a rude, immature brat, but it's too late to turn back now.
And so Gertrude begins her new life in the same old, aged body as always, with a lot less pain and a little more energy. With no goals or ambitions, she settles once again into the life of a grandmother to children who appear to be beings from the forest. But not everything is as it seems, because Gertrude can only see nice things.
This is an entry for the Elves and Grandmothers contest, and is meant to be a little shorter.
Gertrude had been retired for years when she decided to move from her home to a nursing home of her choosing. What she didn't expect was that she would never get there. Did she die? No. She was rescued against her will by a powerful being who calls himself the Spirit of Isekai. Isekai, for short. Gertrude thinks of him as a rude, immature brat, but it's too late to turn back now.
And so Gertrude begins her new life in the same old, aged body as always, with a lot less pain and a little more energy. With no goals or ambitions, she settles once again into the life of a grandmother to children who appear to be beings from the forest. But not everything is as it seems, because Gertrude can only see nice things.
This is an entry for the Elves and Grandmothers contest, and is meant to be a little shorter.
Gertrude had been retired for years when she decided to move from her home to a nursing home of her choosing. What she didn't expect was that she would never get there. Did she die? No. She was rescued against her will by a powerful being who calls himself the Spirit of Isekai. Isekai, for short. Gertrude thinks of him as a rude, immature brat, but it's too late to turn back now.
And so Gertrude begins her new life in the same old, aged body as always, with a lot less pain and a little more energy. With no goals or ambitions, she settles once again into the life of a grandmother to children who appear to be beings from the forest. But not everything is as it seems, because Gertrude can only see nice things.
This is an entry for the Elves and Grandmothers contest, and is meant to be a little shorter.
Gertrude had been retired for years when she decided to move from her home to a nursing home of her choosing. What she didn't expect was that she would never get there. Did she die? No. She was rescued against her will by a powerful being who calls himself the Spirit of Isekai. Isekai, for short. Gertrude thinks of him as a rude, immature brat, but it's too late to turn back now.
And so Gertrude begins her new life in the same old, aged body as always, with a lot less pain and a little more energy. With no goals or ambitions, she settles once again into the life of a grandmother to children who appear to be beings from the forest. But not everything is as it seems, because Gertrude can only see nice things.
This is an entry for the Elves and Grandmothers contest, and is meant to be a little shorter.
Gertrude had been retired for years when she decided to move from her home to a nursing home of her choosing. What she didn't expect was that she would never get there. Did she die? No. She was rescued against her will by a powerful being who calls himself the Spirit of Isekai. Isekai, for short. Gertrude thinks of him as a rude, immature brat, but it's too late to turn back now.
And so Gertrude begins her new life in the same old, aged body as always, with a lot less pain and a little more energy. With no goals or ambitions, she settles once again into the life of a grandmother to children who appear to be beings from the forest. But not everything is as it seems, because Gertrude can only see nice things.
This is an entry for the Elves and Grandmothers contest, and is meant to be a little shorter.
Dave is not a happy man.
But he is a man with a plan.
After years of working as a caretaker at the Academy of Magic, he's finally ready to seize his destiny and become a mage.
He has the knowledge he overheard at work and a forbidden object as his focus ...... But that's enough.
Who cares if his focus is a mirror? After all ...... mirrors can't eat people.
Dave is not a happy man.
But he is a man with a plan.
After years of working as a caretaker at the Academy of Magic, he's finally ready to seize his destiny and become a mage.
He has the knowledge he overheard at work and a forbidden object as his focus ...... But that's enough.
Who cares if his focus is a mirror? After all ...... mirrors can't eat people.
Inspired by my nostalgia for my childhood, this story follows the protagonist as she returns to the place she grew up and finds herself pulled into three of her childhood memories as a ghostly observer. My childhood is very specific, so it's probably less relevant, but I hope the feelings of nostalgia and loss resonate.
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