said.

 

 Sam yawned as she put herself to bed.  Melissa followed suit.

 

 “Night, Sam-Sam.” Melissa said to her friend.

 

 “Night, matey.” Sam responded.

 

 “Sam?”  Melissa asked, confused at her friend’s words.

 

 “Sorry,” Sam said, realizing what she said, “it just out.  Night, buddy.”

 

 As the girls drafted off to sleep, the necklace, that Sam forgot to remove from her neck, started to glow a brilliant red.

 

“Samantha…Samantha.”

 

 Sam opened her eyes and found herself in a thick, red mist.  She looked around for whoever was calling her.

 

 “Who’s that?” Sam asked calmly.  She was very calm in a strange place even for herself.

 

 Sam turned around and saw a human-like vixen with raven hair wearing a white blouse, a black vest, and black pants and black boots.

 

 “Who are you?” Sam asked, calm, yet frightened at the same time, “And how did you know my name?”

 

 The vixen let out a laugh before saying, “I’m Frida Foxhill at your service.” And gave a bow.

 

 “Why am I here?” Sam asked.

“I’ve waited for a hundred years for someone like you.” Frida answered.

Sam was shocked.

“A hundred years?!  For me?!  For what?!”

Frida sighed, “For an heir.”

“Like to a throne or something like that?” Sam asked.

“Try treasure.” Frida corrected.

“Why am I receiving this treasure?” Sam asked.

“Two reasons: One, you and I are very much alike, and two, you’re alive with a body of your own, and I don’t.” Frida said.

Sam became confused and asked, “How are you talking like me?”

“The necklace helped me learn your vernacular.” Was the vixen’s answer.

“Really?” Sam asked the vixen.

“Yes, as well has the power to allow the person to travel between my world and your world and to understand any language written and spoken.” Frida continued.

“That is useful.” Sam said in awe.

“I need your help.” Frida said, changing the subject.

 

 “Okay, what is it?” Sam asked helpfully.

 

“Someone has the map, and I want you to get it back.” Frida explained.

 

 “How?” Sam asked.

 

 “I’m afraid that’s your problem.” Frida answered.

 

 “Okay.  How am I going to get to your world?”

 

 “You’re almost there.” Frida said, “Your friend is already there.”

 

 “Melissa?” Sam asked.

 

 “I better get you to your friend.  She would be very lonely without her best friend there.” Frida said.

 

 The vixen waved her arms, and a red light engulfed Sam.

 

 “Oh, Sam!  Hope you like the outfit I got for you!”  Frida said.

 

 That was the last thing Sam heard before she blacked out.

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

             

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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