The human realm.
Lisa’s POV.
I had nowhere else to go but the old house where I lived with my mother.
“We’re here, Linda,” I announced, opening the door of our home. As we entered the old house, memories flooded back, and the dusty atmosphere indicated the passage of time. It took us several hours to clean up.
“Goodness, I am so tired,” I complained, lying on my bed.
“Is this the place you live with your mother, my lady?” Linda asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “And you should stop calling me my lady. I want you to call me Lisa.”
“No. I can’t do that, my lady. It would be so rude of me if I called you that.”
“Look here, Linda; this is a different world from where we came from. This is a different realm, and we need to blend in like humans. So calling me by my given name will make you one in
