Hi! My name is Bridget. I have red hair and blue eyes. I’m obsessed with the story of Goddess Bridget. We have the same name! She had red hair and blue eyes, too. She brought magic to my town three hundred years ago today.

People say she’s a legend, but I think she’s real. Today I went to a local merchant and bought a special necklace. The merchant promised that the necklace would grant me any wish but said it was dangerous and that I must choose my words wisely.

The last owner wished for a “ton” of money. He was crushed.

I thought about it carefully and asked the necklace to take me back to the time of Goddess Bridget.

I was standing in the middle of my town. But it wasn’t my town. Everything was old-fashioned. Everything but me. I was still wearing my jeans, light blue shirt, and sparkly jacket.

I began my search. I ran into some locals. “Hello,” I said.

They looked at me strangely. “She’s here! The Goddess in the prophecy!” they shouted.

“Wait! No!” I replied.

More people surrounded me. “Look! She’s wearing fairy dust!” someone said. People began to bow!

“Who sent you here, angel?” a man asked.

I was petrified. Had I created a time paradox? I would have to pretend to be a goddess to get out of this.

“I am here to tell you that you have all been very good and to give you a gift.” I pulled a flashlight from my pocket. “This will help the hunters at night.” I turned on the flashlight. People gasped.

“Is anyone else here with hair of red and eyes of blue?” I asked.

“Just you, my lady,” someone said.

I was bummed. Had I just missed her? I bowed and said, “Farewell, my friends.”

“Wait!” shouted a child. “May we know your name?”

“It’s Bridget,” I replied.

I wished the necklace would bring me back!

In my room, I sat on my bed. Had I missed her? Then I realized . . . I was the goddess.