The Faerie Ambassador gave me a flat, uncomprehending look, his crystal and pear armor glittering in the morning sunlight.
“You were kidnapped by one of the rival courts,” he said.
“You were spelled by a witch,” he suggested.
“Wrong again, Your Eminence.”
“You were accelerated to near this realm’s speed of light and experienced time dilation.”
“Still no.”
“But your people do not possess the ability to travel through time!”
I sighed. “It’s not time travel. I just set the clocks ahead!”
The bright lands didn’t use daylight saving time. I had to have this conversation twice a year.

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