The school bell rang. Jonathan collected his things and left school, while he was walking, Jonathan was reminiscing about the tour he did with his dad until yesterday.

He had a good laugh today while unpacking his books, his mushroom guide was in the backpack. In the morning he put his school things into the closest one and it was his hiking backpack. This made the thing much heavier than he had accounted for in the morning, in retrospect Jonathan could have seen this much earlier, because of this.

But he was familiar with it, the last two weeks during the summer holidays were fun. Trekking through the Alps and living, for a time at least, without most modern amenities was something he could easily do.

Mind you, he would not want to do this for a longer period of time and at least they did have a phone and access to the internet, as well as supplies from some villages, but making his own food as well as sleeping in tents on unprepared sites could be done.

He shuddered as he remembered a night where they were so tired that they did without the sleeping mat, which was awful because they felt every small stone under the tent.

But mostly they found a good camping spot before they were so tired. Because of this they often had time to read. Because of their power banks as well as their solar-powered charging stations they always had enough electricity for their phones as well as Jonathans E-Reader. He mostly read scientific works, because lastly he did not find any interesting science fiction or fantasy, and other genres might be interesting to others, but they were not his cup of tea. And it is never bad to know how the world works, at least this was his philosophy.

He was nearing his home, only two minutes left, at least to his estimation.

Suddenly a light appeared out of nowhere. It seemed like it engulfed him totally. He only saw white. Soon thereafter he saw a black nothingness.

He asked himself if he was sleeping and pinched himself. But this did not bring the result he was hoping for. He did not wake up.

So he assessed the situation. He was in a black nothingness, had no real ground beneath his feet, it seemed like he was floating there. He had everything he had on him at the time the light engulfed him. The backpack, his clothes as well as everything in the backpack and his pockets.

Slowly another light emerged. He tried going in this direction, and to his surprise, it worked if he thought about it. As he reached the light, he was assaulted by a case of vertigo. His sight went white again.

But as he could see once more, he saw a dark room without windows, lit by candles and torches. The walls were stone. He could make out a door out of wood, closed and secured by a bolt. There was a bit of furniture that he could see.

But he could hear mumbling in an unknown language, growing louder and more excited the longer he stood there, behind him. He turned and saw to humanoid figures, clad in heavy robes.

One of them, talking calmly to the other, seemed to be an older man, and the other had the voice of a teenage girl.

Then he felt a sudden pain in the head, growing worse by the second. He cried out of pain. After a few seconds, no more than thirty, but which felt like hours went by, he fell unconscious.