For anyone who thinks that living in another world would actually be pleasant, I'm here to tell you that it's anything but.
You don't realize how much you take for granted until its all been stripped away, when dodging slavers and murderers becomes part of your daily routine. When every step outside of your door carries the risk that you won't be making it back that night, when each time you sleep voices beg you to let them in. When your suddenly pointed ears mark you for harassment on the good days, and attempted murder on the bad ones.
All I want is to go home, and the one benefit to suddenly having magic is that I might be able to pull it off. I just need enough money so that I don't starve to death, enough friends to watch my back, and every bit of information about portals to other worlds that I can find.
Not really the best plan, I knew that, but it was all I really had to work with.
And for a little while, I had hope that I'd pull it off, and be back on Earth in a few months, a couple of years at most.
Then everything went catastrophically wrong.