Distracted with all the things going on in her life, Elena went through her tasks for the wedding with lightening speed; Alaric deserved happiness.
As the final hours of her vampire-ism ticked away, the happier and more absorbed she got.
When it started, she didn't notice, but it didn't take long. It was as if a magician had thrown a pill that explodes in fog at your feet, immediately she knew this was different. A small purple tornado began to snake around her petite body.
Panic set it, she tried to run out of the growing tornado. One minute she was there, the next she was gone.
In the blink of an eye, she was in a mansion. Woosey, she went to the floor, as she found it difficult to stand.
The disorientation passed quickly, just as quickly she was on her feet, looking around the room.
Elena noticed several baskets on a table near the door.. Gingerly, she took one.
'Welcome to Storybrooke,' was written on the manilla envelopes in the basket. Carefully, she opened hers up. One-by-one she read through the sheets in the envelope; she couldn't help but feel she was attending a magic camp, and she was just another camper. Except based on the papers there was no going home at the end of the week.
She worried about Damon and what he would think.
Gathering her envelope, she took one more look around the room, and was out the door.