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"Unh... It must be really late. Another one one of these tardy incidents and I'll get 'feedback,' ugh..."

The young woman groaned, not even bothering to open her eyes: life for her just wasn't entertaining - working as a higher-ranked person in a fast food chain is barely something worth showing in such a populated city. One so rainy, too; Seattle made a soup of itself during the rain season.

Drip, drip, drip. This sound followed a steady beat, almost like a musical rhythm. Upon opening her brown eyes, it came to mind this wasn't quite your ordinary leak in the roof... On that matter, where was the roof?! Bewildered, Myrna sat up to take it all in.

There was a beautiful scenery surrounding her, but the main priority was a series of questions. For one 'where are my clothes?' as the woman's pajamas and been promptly replaced with a long, sky blue tunic, held by a wide leather belt with an empty sheath on the right side.

"You stopped cosplaying when you were what, 17? Myrna, what is this all about? Oh boy, I hope I didn't drink last night, just two beers get me woozy..."

To her good fortune, she wasn't. To her bad, this place certainly didn't seem to have a Burger Emporium anywhere close by. As a reality check, the woman dipped a hand inside the soil she'd woken in: it was moist, soaking in some spots; the rain was real alright. Struggling to her feet, the boots that had replaced a pair of bunny slippers were weighing down the somewhat large frame.

"I'll explain later Myrna, we need to go; King Enurn is looking for you!"

"Huh?"

Making an awkward whistle, attention was taken to the very ground. Sitting atop a leafy bush was an odd entity, winged and glowing off a discreet golden aura, something that appeared like plagiarism of a child's fairy tale. Said being frowned when Myrna stared for more than a few seconds in wonder, simply mesmerized by the nature of the little fairy. It then ran a hand through its flowing chestnut hair, calming down with a sigh it retorted.

"You're not drunk, you're not dreaming, you're honestly in another place. I know how weird this looks, and that you may think you're going crazy; you're not. Now get up you lazy munchkin, his Highness is searching for the heroes."

This fairy has a very one-tracked mind. I wonder if she can tell me something about this place when she's not so busy... Myrna thought, or rather prayed for a little understanding on this bizarre experience.

"Osar. We're in Osar."

As if reading the woman's mind, the fairy had known just what to reply with; not so much information but rather a comforting tone to ease the expression on the soon-to-be heroine's visage. Struggling to get up from the muddy soil, she noticed the only part that had run through the muck were those boots; she'd been sleeping on several of the bushes, which now seemed tiny in comparison to her.

The rain had settled to a drizzle, merely pampering the wildlife's faces in a dampened breeze. Hopefully this King Enurn would have a place where they could dry up, and perhaps even know how to get back home. Though exactly where in respect to Osar was home? This and all sorts of questions began to bombard Myrna, only to be interrupted by the fairy's impatient foot stamping on the bush, which crunched the leaves into the woman's attention range.

With a brisk awakening in a rainy dawn came the birth of an adventure. What would be of these heroes as they round themselves in this strange land?

Nethania wandered into the stables of her home town of Masik, five elegant white horses were resting there. She put her hand on ones head and stroked it gently whispering in her native tongue.

She had arranged to meet Elrohir, a close friend she had met whilst they had both been travelling. She hoisted herself onto the creature and whispered in it's ear 'To Ining'. The horse began to gallop, through the beautiful surroundings of Masik, one of the greatest places in all of Osar in her opinion.

The gates were open for her to exit her home. As she road through the land around her the wind picked up her dark hair and kept it from her eyes, as if it were helping her.

As she reached closer to her destination she felt a strange new presence, a small unsettling in Osar but she couldn't tell if it was a threat or not. She stopped outside the gates of Inging; she would probably be here before Elrohir which gave her time to look around for some ore's for her father. As the gates opened two human men asked her to state her name and race and what business she had in Inging for safety measures and she simply replied

'Nethania Latin, Elf and I am meeting an old friend so step aside.'. With that she jumped from her horse and led it into the stables.

Pain. Cold. Wet. The first three things that went through Gregs mind when he came to. He was laying face down on some kind of dirt road. Mud road now. He groaned rolling over onto his back, his hands moving up to caress his throbbing head.

Ow. Was all he could think for a few seconds, until his head got use to the fact that he was again conscious, and the pain started ebbing away. As he became less focused on his head, he started to feel a dull pain in the rest of the muscles in his body.

"What the hell did I do that night.." Greg mumbled to himself, wiping some mud off his face. He searched his memory for the answer to the question. The answer was the usual when he found himself in this kind of situation. He went out, got drunk, got high, then got in a fight. Apparently, he lost this one. Greg sat up slowly, as not to evoke more throbbing in his head. He was completely drenched, and covered in mud. The rain was doing very little to clean him off.

Greg opened his eyes. Bad idea. His head exploded in more pain, everything was blurry, and from what he could see, he was no-where near Calgary. The path he was laying on lead out into a massive green feild. He closed his eyes again, and rubbed them. After a few more seconds he opened them again, this time with less pain, and no blurr.

"Where the hell am I?" Greg groaned to himself.

'Osar'. A tiny voice replied beside Greg's head. Greg let out a small shout and jumped away from the voice. His eyes scrambled to find the source of the noise. He found it. A tiny creature with wings.

"Holy shit.." Greg said to himself quietly, "A fucking fairy.. Apparently, I'm still high."

"No. Your on the ground. Not high any-where. Come on, get up. The king wants to see you."

"The king?" Greg looked at the fairy with a raised eyebrow, then sighed to himself standing up, "I really need to quit salvia.." He said to himself looking around. All he saw was the path stretching out as far as he could see in either direction.

The fairy flew up, "Yes. The king. Your a hero, he sent for you."

"Alright Mr. Fairy. Obviously I'm still too high to find my own way home. So, where's this King?" Greg decided there was no point fighting it. If he did he'd probably just turn this trip into a bad one, and when your this screwed up, bad trips are never fun. He would play along with his delusions until he either sobered up, or got hit by a car that he thought was a tree.

"Oh...." Lee let out a low groan which carried on for longer than it should have. It was the echo of this blasted room. The rook was made entirely of stone blocks. The floors and walls were cold to the touch, and some were even a bit moist. How long had the young man been sleeping there? He had no idea, but it had to have been at least 3 hours. Sleeping wasn't exactly the best word to describe what Lee had been doing. He had been fading in and out of sleep for the past 3 hours, the stone bench where he slept wasn't exactly the most comfortable seat.

He sat up and ran his hands through his black hair. "How did i even get here..." He said to himself quietly. He could barely remember how. It was like a dream, blurry but yet it was still there in the back of his mind .He was at his apartment, just getting home from a night class he was taking. Medical school was disctating his life with an iron fist at the moment. He layed down on his couch to watch sportscenter and dozed off, it was nothing out of the ordinary. But after that is where thing started to get a bit weird:

"Oh God, I'm gonna be late to class again!" Lee yelled as he flung himself up from what should have been his couch. When he sat up, hay flew out off of his face, and he pulled small tufts of horse hair off of his coat. Wait, that's not my coat.. He thought to himself. He stood up and the hay that was covering fell from his body. He was wearing a long dark grey robe which hung down at his ankles. His tennis shoes had become boots.. nothing was right. Before he knew it a stable boy showed up, yelling for his father. Both of them had long flowing hair and pointy ears, they looked like something straight out of a movie.

They insisted that he come to the palace where he was now, waiting on some "King Enurn." Nobody had quite answered his questions, so he figured he would wait for this king. Maybe he could even find a way home, because he had a huge exam coming up he needed to study for. Lee slumped back into the bench.. Apparently he was waiting for a few others to get there...

Jamie awoke to the feel of cold, wet ground underneath her and a soft patter of rain hitting her exposed skin, the saturated soil underneath her cradling her even as she opened her blue lamp-like eyes to stare at the world around her. "That is funny," she mumbled, staring at the ominous gray clouds above her, pondering how she could have possibly gotten outside when the last thing she remembered was staring into the cool gray stone of some uncovered artifact, "I could have sworn..."

Her eyes wandered from the sky above to a more earthly target, her mind now locked on the horizon, fear filling her heart. She was just in the city, and now she was in the middle of nowhere. "What is happening!" she screamed in her head, closing her eyes to try to focus what had happened, panicking as she shut her eyes tightly and thought about her situation.

"Where am I? Where is the museum, the city, the steel and glass? Where are the cars, the buildings, the people?" she pondered, trying as hard as she could to understand her situation, "Am I dreaming, no, having a nightmare, really passed out home in my bed?"

Jamie lay there, pondering what had happened even as the cold forced her to try to curl up into a tight ball so she could warm herself, her eyes snapping open in a new wave of shock as she noticed she was not wearing a skirt. Someone had touched her, changed her clothes while she was passed out. She felt so violated, as if something evil had taken her and swept her away into this odd dream world, her heart pounding as she realized that there could be someone else there, watching her right at that very moment. This was her greatest fear, even if it was just a dream.

"Why can't I ever dream about something nice?"

"I seriously need to shave..." Jack Roy said to himself, slowly brining his hands up to his face. Gently he rubbed his hands against his face, the stubble feeling a little smoother than sand paper. 'What am I doing today? Billy wants me to reconstruct his house... and that lady wants me to demolish that mansion in Warwick! Pay day! I can finally move out of this small town... I can finally move to New York...!' Jack thought as he lay content against what he thought was his bed. 'Man... this bed is pretty uncomfortable--Hey, maybe I could buy a new bed... Wait a minute! Something's not right!' he thought again.

Jack's eyes shot open adn then shut as a few droplets of water struck his pupils. "Agh!" He shot up, and rubbed his eyes furiously. Cautiously, he opened his eyes once again, the image of a plain dirt road and rain clouds before him. Jack scoffed and shook his head. "No, no... this must be some... Maybe I'm dreaming? Maybe I'm experiencing some kind of hallucinagenic food poisoning? Or maybe this is just a bad acid trip! Yeah! That's it!" Jack rambled, nodding up and down. And, then, he slapped himself awake. He laughed a bit as he realize he wasn't 'awake.'

Slowly, he looked down at his body, to make sure everything was there. "What?" he spat. "Purple with beige?" he scoffed as he noticed his purple tunic, the collor cut down to the middle of his chest, and his cloth pants. "Bill told me that was a... what was the phrase he used? A fashion no?" he continued to ramble, laughter slowly building in his voice. "Okay, if this is a really bad acid trip, where's the talking animals? Mr. Rabit! Where are you? Aren't you very late?!" Jack laughed a bit as he got to his feet, and tried his best to wipe his shirt and pants dry.

"Hero, stop rambling, you're wasting time!" a voice from behind Jack called. Jack gasped and spun around, his face red with surprise. Before him floated a fairy. It's almost mouse-ish face was riddled with annoyance, and its eyes were narrow.

"Not really a rabbit... but I'll take it," Jack muttered, straightening his posture and smirking. "What'd you call me? Hero?"

"Yes, hero. King Enrun as summoned you to our land of Osar," the fairy explained. Jack began to blink excessively, and he began to feel dizzy. "What's wrong, hero?!" the fairy gasped, fluttering up to Jack.

"Nothing... your aura's making me dizzy. Maybe it's because I... just woke up? I haven't woken up to bright lights since me and Billy spent the night in that disco-inspired dance club," Jack explained. "Osar, eh? I've never heard of it. Is it part of Rhode Island?"

"No."

"Connecticut?"

"No."

"Oh, so I'm guessing I'm REALLY outta state," Jack laughed, rubbing his eyes with his index finger and thumb. "So, why don't you tell how I wake up from this dream? I have a big job that needs to get done today. Good people could get hurt."

"Hero, King Enrun is has summoned for you. The situation here is just as serious as anything you could possibly do back at... wherever you've came. We need your help just as much as anyone else," the fairy explained, genuine emotion in its voice. In a way, it sounded like a small child, one of Jack Roy's infamous weaknesses.

Jack folded his arms, and nodded his head. "Okay, Mr. Fairy," he started, stepping to the side. "No use fighting... this must be real? So, lead the way." The fairy smiled and flew ahead. "I'm looking forward to meeting this King Enrun guy..."

"Aaah..." Eddie sighed when he could finally sit down and relax in the limo. Shopping was a tiring work, but someone had to keep the dangers of the economical crisis away from the pubs and bars in Germany, right?
Nine hours before this he and his father had landed with their private jet in Berlin, Germany. His father Benjamin had to take care of some business deal and Eddie had came along to learn how it all went down for when he was to own the family company consisting of kettle ranches all over the world. However Eddie had gotten tired and went to some night club, what was the name?
Oscar's Club? He asked himself. But no, that wasn't it. More like, Osar's Club. Yeah, that was definitely it.

"Take me to the Hotel now, I want to sleep." Eddie demanded the driver in his usual arrogant tone, however the driver was well payed and put up with it.

"Sertainly, Mr Sambers" the driver answered, with a German accent.

"It's Chhhh-ambers, just take me there." Eddie said, he couldn't remember how many times he had to tell the Driver that, he would convince his father to hire another driver tomorrow. Eddie put his dirty cowboy boots on the seat opposite to him and leaned backwards, slowly drifting away...
He suddenly awoke when hearing thunder roar through the car.

"Hey, how come it's raining through the car roof?" He asked the driver.

"Sir? It is not raining, inside or outside of car." The driver answered, and suddenly Eddie became aware of how 'thin' the limo, the driver and even the whole of Berlin looked. He could see trees 'inside' of the buildings, or through the buildings, he felt like he was sitting in mud, but the leather seats were totally clean, shining even. He was just about to say something very rude to the driver for lying to him but then Berlin, the limo and the driver disappeared completely. Left was only him, sitting in the mud, leaning against a tree.

"What the, was Berlin just a dream, and what am I doing in the countryside." He asked himself, looking around for some sort of geographic point that he could recognize.

"Edward of Houston, good for you to come here." A tall, skinny man said, offering a hand to help Eddie up. Eddie took it and looked at he man with eyes full of disbelief.

"Did you Germans drug me and take me out here, are you even German. I've always known Germans are weird, but this takes it to a whole new level, with pointy ears and all. But you're not even speaking German and..." Eddie got hushed by the tall German with pointy ears.

"You're not in, what did you call it, German, anymore. King Enurn will explain everything for you." The man with the pointy ears said.

"Hey, I'm not Jewish , why would you want to..." The German hushed Eddie again, now looking at him with anger in his eyes, a gaze that said "If you don't shut up I'll rip your tongue out." So Eddie stopped talking, and once he did he started noticing lots of other things that was wrong. He now had a Stetson hat, the kind he had left back in Texas, a white shirt and a long brown coat. Some baggy pants which were probably black, but the mud made them look more grey. On his feet were big leather boots. Across his chest two leather straps crossed each other, each with a couple of miniature sheaths, but all empty. On his back he had a Quiver, but no arrows in it. He also had a two feet long sheath hanging from the left side of his waist. He had tons of questions, but decided to keep his mouth closed until he had been told more, and he could always sue these Germans later after all...

"Dan!, I'm going pick up mom and pop. Keep an eye on the store, will ya."

"Yea, you can count on me."
Bing.
Bing.
The sound of the door opining and closing, Daniel thought the bell sounded so soothing. In an Exasperated fashion, Daniel let out a yawn.
"I'm tired..", Daniel muttered to himself. Daniel had been working at his parents grocery story for three years, one of the three full time. He was Necessities Manager, which meant he just did what ever role needed to be filled at the store. Today was the stores anniversary, and to celebrate, his brother, parents, and him were going out after the store closed in thirty minutes. He was left in charge of watching the store while his brother picked his parents up. Daniel, who had been tired from a long day at work, kept dozing on and off at the desk. He would wake up routinely, until Daniel realized, the desk that he was waking up at wasn't his any longer.

Daniel's eyes got curious, the shot around, zipping from one spot to the next in a frantic expression. Then they got slower as Daniel calmed and assessed the situation. He took a deep breath and sighed, "Where the hell am?'' He pinched himself, "I'm definitely awake." Daniel, had a habit of talking to himself when nervous or curious, and this time he was both. So he couldn't help but blurt out his thoughts. Daniel's eyes crawled around the room once more, this time he examined the room, looked at everything carefully. "I'm in a little cabin, with a small bed, desk...", Daniel looking at the desk noticed his closed were different, "... Seems like someone changed my cloths into this crude sand colored pants, and button-up white shirt. There is also a dresser."

Daniel, trying to ease his restless mind, pushed himself up from the desk, and made his way towards the dresser. When Daniel got to the dresser he stopped, "Do I really want to look in here, no telling what in there. If I get lucky maybe theres a gun."
With a sight, Daniel open up the dresser. It made a the longest ear rattling creek. Daniel now expecting something along the lines of a corpse, was surprised when he saw: some leather chest, knee, and elbow armor, a wooden pole, and leather sack. Daniels mind was telling him to leave it alone, but he felt in his heart it was meant for him. He quickly put on the armor, attached the poles strap to his back, and hung the sack from his belt loop. He rummaged around in the sack, and found a peice of parchment paper saying:



The door to the house open as soon as Daniel finished the note, with a tall women standing in the doorway.

"Hero, come with me, King Enrun has summoned you."

Ace was having a problem at work, he had a deadline to meet, he had to have half of his story done by the end of the week. it was wenesday, and he only had a few chapters done. this was a big one too, this story would break him into the world. a big publisher had ask his company to choose a writer, and if the story was good enough they would have it edited and published. though of times he had to have a sevre case of writers block.

he decided to head home, he wasnt getting any inspiration here at the office. he grabbed his jacket, and made sure his pack of cigs were in there, and his keys. he made his way down the stairs, and to the parking garage. he unlocked his car and got in, taking the pack of cigs out and lit one. he started his car and headed out of the garage.

he passed though a green light, taking a hit of the cig, when he saw the world spin right in front of him. he had been hit by another car, a drunk driver. when his car stopped spinning, the car hit the ground hard, and his head hit against the top of the car, knocking him out.

when he opened his eyes, he wasnt in a hospital, or still laying in the middle of the street, but in a lush green meadow, with a small wodden house. he closed his eyes and opened them again, but he still saw the same thing. he got up, thinking he couldnt stay out in the open for long, he didnt know what was around here, that could harm him.

he walked over to the house, and knocked, no one answered. it started to rain hard, so instead of just standing out in the rain, he took the chance and just opened the door and walked in. no one was home. he looked around, spotting two short swords on a desk, and hanging next to it was a full suit of leather armour. it was then he saw what he was wearing, it was a green tunic, with a white vest and white trousers.

he was wondering what was going on, one monent he was in his car getting thrown across pavement, and now he was in some midevil looking country.

a knock came at the door, and a boy walked in. he was dressed like a squire.

"Hello Ace Valentine, King Enurn will explain everything to you. i have a carrige outside waiting for you to take you to the king."

he held the door open, Ace stood there pondering if he should go. he walked over and put the leather armour on, and attached both short swords onto the belt. he followed the squire out into the carrige. the squire told the driver that they were ready, and they started moving.

it felt like an hour had pass when they entered a forest. he looked out one of the openings to see bears, wolves, rabbits and other animals that he had never seen before. it was a couple of minutes later that he saw a little girl a few feet away, just sitting out in the rain. he told the driver to stop, insited until he did. when they came to a complete stop, he ran out of the carrige to where the girl was. he knelted down to her level.

"Hey are you ok?"

"Hey are you ok?"

Jamie's heart stopped when she heard a smooth masculine voice just above her, and fighting the strong urge to scream and flail, she opened one eye to see a man staring down at her, thin worry lines etched into his face. She shivered, closing her eyes again, almost wishing the man would go away, that she could just wake up and this nightmare would all be over. "Just hit me, pinch me, do something! I do not want to stay asleep forever," she wined through her protective ball of muck and clothing, her mind going back to how she was treated in school.

Jamie walked alone through the crowded hallways of school, cautiously looking around at the unfriendly faces of the school as she wove through the smallest of spaces between the groups of jocks, geeks, goths, and various other cliques, trying to avoid THE one person that she least wanted to meet. She straightened her skirt with one hand, her other still pressing the precariously large stack of books she was carrying against her stomach, not noticing that she was about to run straight into someone.

Suddenly, she slammed into what felt like a brick wall. Knocked off guard, she screamed as she fell backwards onto the floor, the stack of books slipping out of her hands and littering the floor. Laughter roared from the crowds of people as the school bully Jacob pointed to the very embarrassed girl and cried out, "Watch where you are going, bookworm!"

Remembering the proud face of the bully, Jamie recoiled, curling into a tighter ball as she stared up at the man, reminded by the build of this proud man of the one person who had made her life a living hell. However, as she stared, she realized there was a warmth in his eyes, something entirely sincere about him that made him seem like the kind of adult you could trust, and, after taking the time to make a decision on the man, she asked stupidly, "Am I dreaming? No one ever helps me, not even teachers."

he stared at the girl waiting for her to say something or do something. he was confused when she asked him to pinch or hit her, to wake her up from some dream. to him he knew she wasnt asleep, but to her, this seemed liked a dream. she must of gotten here in a way like he did.

the look on her face, the was she tighten up, reminded him of something. he knew the look all to well, he saw it alot in school. walking the halls and saw kids who didnt have any friends, always scared to look at anyone. those were the kind of people bullies fed on. he always tried to help to kids out, stand up for them, he couldnt count how many times he got his ass kicked, tring to help the kids. she had the same face.

he smiled.

"Sadly i wish i could say you were, but your not. i feel the same way you do, i have no idea where we are, why we are here, but you cant stay sitting here in the rain. you'll get sick, or worse killed by something out here, or found by someone who wants you for reasons i will not explain. me i am here to help you, i wont hurt you i promise. i am on my way to the capital, if you want to get out of the rain, and to safety, and back home then come with me."

he explained tring to convince her, in the most soft and calming of voices he knew.

"Not... in a dream?" she asked, both eyes snapping open as she turned her head to stare at the man, surprised that he had such a calm head considering that they were in a mysterious place with no recognizable markings of civilization. No one was around that would be capable of helping them for what she knew, only bare wilderness and this mysterious man that offered shelter and a return home, and though Jamie was told never to talk to strangers, there was something about the man that reminded her of a younger version of her father because unlike the bully that he was built like, he had a pure kindness in his eyes that could never be mimicked. This man, whoever he was, was there to help.

"I-if we are not in a dream, then where are we mister?" Jamie added, correcting her small phrase with a proper sentence, slowly unfurling from her ball of security and made her way to a sitting position, exposing herself the rain to wash away the mud matting her blond hair and forcing her clothes to stick to her body. Her eyes widened in surprise as her eyes, previously locked on the man, explored her surroundings anew. The first thing she noticed was the carriage that the man had undoubtedly been traveling in and the medieval attire of both of them. "Do not tell me that we are in a different world, and that this is not Ohio," she commanded, an almost cross look on her face as she cursed her own luck, looking up at the sky, knowing that if this was a dream, she would not want it to rain, "Mister, I do not like being tricked, so let your high school buddies climb out of the bushes and go ahead and laugh at me so I can go home. I mean, I appreciate a scheme as elaborate as this but even I know how to take a hint. 'Not a dream' indeed."

The ground was hard and wet, for some reason Toshiro couldn't get relaxed on dojo floor. Taking a deep breath he would sigh loudly as he grew bored. The air he had sucked in was damp and almost stale, well that was impossible he was in a room with air conditioning.His teacher had asked him to practice meditation,but Toshiro ended up falling asleep in the middle of it. Opening his left eye he peeked out in front of him, expecting to see his teacher he saw a tiny creature out in front of him just staring at him.

"Hey what are you staring at kid?" said the small creature in front of Toshiro. Blinking a few times Toshiro realized a some thing, his right hand shot out and smacked the bug in front of him. The fairy fell back and fell towards the grown. Taking his attention off the butterfly thing Toshiro got up and dusted off his kiahan robes and took a moment to see his surroundings. As he looked around the tiny creature had gotten off the ground and started flying around again."Hey, why did you do that you jerk" said the fairy. Taking notice of the bug again Toshiro spoke to it for the first time."Where am I and what are you?"


"You are in Osar, and I'm Fred the fairy. Please come with me to the king"spoke the tiny creature named Fred. Sighing slightly, Toshiro rubbed the back of his blue hair." I'm Toshiro, where is Osar and who is this king?" He fairy was already moving out of the cave as he said those words. Walking forward Toshiro followed after the tiny creature.

The wind barked through the late afternoon, carrying a scent that would change the world. The thunder clouds above billowed and shook with ferocity. Though they crashed and burned they did nothing but rain down upon the world of Osar. A young looking Elf stood underneath a pavilion of a great bed of land that overlooked the vast meadows. His black long hair wiped and danced in the winds. His eyes were fierce and unfaltering as they gazed heavily to the sky, his arms crossed.

"They say," he spoke and a small hobbit wearing a tunic and matching pants turned his head to him "that when it rains, it is a sign of a new beginning or renewal of something past." He sighed deeply, closing his eyes, taking in the full nature of the world around him.

"My lord, Elrohir?" The hobbit questioned, obviously the meaning of the Elf's words eluded him.

"It's nothing." Elrohir said, turning back into the pavilion and examining the makeshift table of an old tree stump. On it laid strewn about many parchment of geological maps of the surrounding area and other written literature. He shifted through them and seemed as he if he were growing irate. "Maledon!" He shouted and the hobbit quickly ran to his side.

"Yes lord Elrohir?" He answered with a shaking voice.

"Where is it? I was told there has been word from Lord Enurn, where is it?"

The hobbit gasped as his eyes widened and took a parchment from his tunic and held it out. The Elf quickly snatched in from his hands angrily.

"You had it all this time and did not tell me?" He snapped at him causing him to shake more. Everyone in the area knew that Elrohir, despite his good standings, had a temper that could match an ogre. Sneering he turned his head and opened the letter and began to read its contents. His eyes zipped down as he read it quickly. His expression changed to a more sullen look as he set the paper down and walk to the back of the pavilion without a word. He quickly strapped on his sword on his side and his Halberd to his back, then tied his ornate cape around his neck and strode out the pavilion. He was met by short and stout Dwarf, his long and bushy beard was hidden behind a large hooked nose, flushed red with the festivous afternoon. His eyes were also hidden under his thick bushy eyebrows, but one could see they were a dark brown. On his back he had latched a large battle axe and a buckler fastened tightly to his left arm.

"Sir Orris, what brings you here? I thought the Dwarves stayed secluded when you drank." Elrohi said with a monotone voice, almost mocking.

The man let out a boisterous chuckle and shook his head. "Nay, others are just intimidated by our loud voices and joyous songs. Nay, I am here on other business. I'm assuming from your look you are departing to Inging? You got the letter from the lord, aye?" Elrohir only nodded and the Dwarf went on. "Then worry not about the camp, she will be looked after well by my eyes." He smiled as he patted hard the highest spot on tall Elf's arm as he could reach, which was just above his elbow, then slammed his fist on his chest as a slalute. Again the Elf said nothing but gave a simple nod, then turned to leave to the stables. There he mounted a beautiful stallion.

With a plead in his native tongue the horse began a swift gallop out of the camp and down the road.

It was an hour of riding against the wind and rain did he stop at the gates of the great city of Inging. He quickly dismounted and the guards saluted him. "Good evening Lord Elrohir!" He merely gave them a nod and looked to the woman that was standing at the gate as well.

He turned his head back to the guards. "I hope you aren't giving this woman any grief. Though our world is in peril we shouldn't forget our manners, correct?" His stern voice almost deafening to them, they saluted again.

"N-no, sir! You may pass, of course."

Just then a Dwarf came sauntering up and took both the reins of the horses and guided them to the stables.

"Time itself seems to bow to your whim, dear Nethania. You look just as beautiful as I last saw you those many blue moons ago, if not more. But I digress, please tell me, how fairs you and your family? I wish to recap on the time we've been apart for many things have happened to me as I am sure you as well." He said with a warm smile that could charm an angel.

They had already began walking pass the gates and into the bustling residential area.

The mismatched pair had been walking along the dirt road for some time now; feeling the rain pour at times and merely spray at others. Their only landmark were the bushes, placed in a perplexing manner along the wet ground. Myrna had befriended the little creature in silence to an extent, as it now rest on her shoulder, spouting directions and the occasional cursing under its breath.

"No dammit... It was a turn at that other scrub... Nrr..."

"No, Finn, I see the wall right there! I believe you are wrong this time, fairy. Isn't the gate supposed to be between two walls?"

"The gate starting the palace gardens, yes... Hey! You have a very nice memory there, child."

Myrna merely rolled her eyes and kept a steady gait, the initial gates closely in her mind. Palace Inging's gardens were still a great walk from their position, but these houses weren't. Modest homes, made of discreet stone and with a chimney protruding form a side - they seemed to be the kind one would get for a temporary stay someplace. Plosh! The leather boots collided with some of the softer dirt; upon inspection, the two noticed there were hooves etched on the soil.

"That's odd. I don't remember a hero carrying a horse..."

So soon as she said that, and before a reply from the woman, Finn began to hum loudly. Are all fairies this odd? She wondered, glancing once at the creature and taking a notice on her apparel: a thin dress, resembling a handkerchief from all the lace adorning it. Myrna noticed some figures in the distance, coming out of the houses further into the field.

"Those aren't fairies are they?"

No, child, those are the heroes-- THE HEROES! The fairy yelled when realizing it.

Jerking on the dripping shoulder of Myrna's tunic, Finn commanded the pair move to meet them. On the way they saw another group, a 2-man cell of a girl, not past her teenage years and a man, just into adulthood most likely. The girl sat, retorting something, though she'd not gotten a chance to hear it all.

"Heroes! More of them, hurray! You two, come with us, we need to meet King Enurn this instant! No wait... You'll need something for yourselves before we do that. Just come with us anyway!"


Finn took a seat once more on the woman's left shoulder, having found a rather convenient way to ride her steed. The fairy tugged on the cloth according to how she wanted Myrna to walk. Something which, despite seeming rather awkward, lead the two to one of the houses. With a sixth sense and an eerie sensation overcoming her, the door was opened.

Creeeek... It cried out.

Once inside they noticed it was indeed a very humble build - if this came from the King himself, Osar must have been in ruins. The bed was a simple mattress, made by a sheet sewn avidly around a firm inside, but the real attention-grabber was a long, slightly curved sword and an empty pouch over a counter. With a nod, Finn signaled Myrna to take the tools; sheathing the blade with awkward, trembling arms and wrapping the pouch around her torso form its strap, they set out again.

"Why are you still there?! Just pick the right house!"

The fairy yelled at the two, not even taking the bother to ask for a name, and what was this about picking the right house? Who knows, perhaps they too would feel the indescribable sensation behind opening that door for the first time. Myrna's elaborate thoughts regarding all this collided with a metaphorical brick wall as a scream pierced the silence behind the rainy day.

"HELP! IT'S MY BABY, THE-THEY TOOK MY BABY!"

Some very loud sobs proceeded the shout, and the pair ran to the yell's aid, placing it first amongst their priorities now. Just when they were passing the two humans again, Finn frowned at them, then pointed to a light forest ahead where the shouting had come from. At most, they'd be a trio of people and a palm-sized bug, unless the other people on the further houses had heard the shrieks and went to the creature's help. From a few gaps within the trees, one could notice a gargantuan figure, with dull green skin and a huge piece of leather covering it from neck to shins.

Edward was now starting to get really irritated with the German leading him towards this King, Enron or whatever. He was looking down on Eddie, like he wasn't worth anything, like he didn't even know what life was.

"Look mister. We have been walking for at least half an hour and I demand answers. What is this place, and why am I here?" Eddie asked this in such a disrespectful voice he knew he had crossed the line he had been balancing on since he met this man. The mans right hand became a blur, quickly grabbing the hilt of his blade and unsheathing it to point it directly at Eddies throat.

"If it was the king you were talking to in that manner your tongue would not be attached to you anymore. You cannot demand answers until you are worthy, and I see it very difficult for any human to become just that (He said human with such distaste and he looked like he had tasted some putrid meat). All you deserve to know is that you are considered a hero because of some old prophecy, and this is nowhere close to what you consider your world!" The man said, and now Eddie was starting to believe him when he said he was not German. You tended to believe the man who were holding a sword against your throat. Eddie held up his hands as to show he was sorry, but the man just looked at him with distaste in his eyes and made a tiny cut on Eddies cheek when sheathing his sword again.

Still shaky from having a sword pointed at his throat Eddie spoke with a voice just as shaky. "S-so, if you're not German, what are you?"

"Isn't it obvious that I'm an ELF!" the man, wait that should be elf, nearly screamed at Eddie. His voice now sounding so frustrated that he could supposedly kill anyone that irritated him just a little, and that made it all real for Eddie, the pieces were starting to come together. He had somehow entered another world, one with elves and kings, hell even prophecies. The worst thing being that Eddie was part of that prophecy. They even thought he were a hero, Eddie who never had won any fights in his whole life.

The elf sighed when he saw that Eddie were finally understanding what was happening. "I was ordered to take you to your hut before transporting you to the king, and there you are to receive your weapons and equipment." The elf said to Eddie, who were shocked at them expecting him to fight. A large town could now be seen in front of them, some small huts outside the wall. When passing one of the huts Eddie stopped for a moment, catching the elf's attention. Eddie opened the door to the hut of which he had stopped in front, calling upon a barely noticeable change on the elf's face, which now showed surprise.

Inside the hut was a small hay bed, a fireplace and a table with some things placed upon it. As Eddie walked closer he saw what it was. A shoddy looking bow, a two feet long blade with a handle which had lost its color completely, leaving only a simple wooden handle. There were also a bunch of arrows and perhaps a dozen small knifes on there, Eddie guessed they were throwing knifes. All the weapons looked used and very worn, the arrows all seemed like they had been reused a couple of times even. But what concerned Eddie the most was that he felt like he wanted them on him, with him. He walked up to the table and took of his empty quiver, clumsily filling it with as many arrows as he could, then he strapped it on once again. Next he put the throwing knifes in their small pockets followed by the blade which he managed to place in his sheath on his second try.
He could hear the Elf sighing at his incompetence and non-existing experience.

Last he grabbed the bow and suddenly he felt, at peace, like everything were going to be all right. But he looked at the Elf with a questioning look "How do I put it on?" Eddie asked, but somehow he already knew the answer, like he had been doing this a thousand times before and forgotten about it and now that "forgotten" memory came back to him. He had just put the bow on his back when he heard a scream.

"HELP! IT'S MY BABY, THE-THEY TOOK MY BABY!" Someone screamed, and the Elf looked at Eddie, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of the hut. Eddie was just able to grab the small pouch that was left on the table and while he also ran he put it into his pocket. Some distance away a huge figure could barely be spotted within the trees of the forest. And he could see other people running toward it as well and decided to go along with the rude Elf who had taken him here.

"I'm sorry, i have been to Ohio, and this isnt ohio, i do not even think we are in the United States anymore."

He said as he sat down next to her in the mud. He looked around them, wondering if there really were kids who had planned this as a joke. He couldnt be sure about it, their clothes had been changed, the squire, the carrige, the driver all look real enough. He started to laugh softly.

"I will say this, if this is some kind of joke then it is on the both of us, not just you."

The squire that was waiting in the carrige stuck his head out, holding cloth over his head, not wanting to get his hair wet. His face was flustered, as if something dangerous was coming and he did not want to stay out in the open.

"Sir Ace, we must make haste. If we linger for to long the monster will track our scent and will ambush us."

The squire's head went back inside the carrige. Ace stood up, and held out his hand to the girl.

"He is right. But it is your choice if you wish to follow me and find a way home. If you do not want to travel with me then atleast come to the captiol with me, and you can then go your own way from there."

Lee remained seated inside the small hut. He had moved though to the small hay bed in the corner, which was slightly more cofortable than the hard stone bench. He was still pondering the events that had gone on through the past morning, or maybe even last night, he couldn't quite remember. He continued to remember the event with the stable boy's father:

"You... you are a human!" He said, as if it was an odd thing. "W-well of course i am. What else am I going to be? You are too, aren't you?" He stuttered a bit, caught off gaurd by his remark. The "man" laughed, and then replied, "Of course not! I am an elf, you silly human." Lee wanted to laugh and ask where the camera's were, and what show he was on. However, there was something inside of him that wanted to believe the man. The conversation continued on to have the elf tell Lee that he was in a land known as Osar. He kept calling him a hero. Hero. Lee felt very undeserving of the title, but he liked it. He found out the elf's name was Neriva, and he insisted that he come and see the king. He was then told to wait in one of the small houses, which is where he was ever since.

He had been there for too many hours now, waiting for the king. He was holding the three foot sword that was in the house, studying its every detail. It felt as if it belonged to him, so he attached the sheath to his belt. His thought were that if he was going to be stuck in a world with Elves and kings, he might as well be prepared.

He heard some commotion outside his house and sat up quickly. The commotion was followed by a scream, and he could hear the people outside running towards the scream. Lee was growing tired of waiting, and was desperate for any sort of communication with anybody else. He quickly stood up and sheathed the sword, and proceeded towards where he thought the scream had come from.

He ran through the small forest at a quick pace, not wanting to miss anything. It was just then when it occurred to him that he didn't know what he would do when he got there, and he didn't know how to use the sword that was at his waist. It was also then when he saw a woman up ahead running in the same direction. He looked further ahead at a large green creature. Lee's eyes grew larger at the sight of the large beast. He stopped beside the woman and frantically drew his sword, holding it out in front of him like he knew what he was doing, or maybe not. "Good God..." He managed to spit out. "What is that thing?"

Jamie's frustration slowly dissipated as the man explained the situation the best he could, filling in the gaps as he went. The sound of his voice was as comforting as ever, even after she had accused him of trying to trick her and refused his help once already. This man, whoever he was, really was trying to help. "I... I... I do not know what to do," she mumbled, staring through the thin veil of rain at the carriage that seemed to be her only chance of safety at the moment, "I... was at the museum and then all of a sudden I woke up, covered in mud... my clothes are not the same either. I did not ask for this to happen to me."

She eventually grasped his hand, her palm slipping in his as she tried to pull herself out of the muck and grime and a little closer to the fatherly figure, finding comfort in his kindness, even if there was some urgency to the situation. There was no reason for her to be alone in the rain when she could so easily go with the man to the city and find answers or even travel with him as they searched for a way back. Besides, as the squire had said, something out there that was after them.

"Well, I do not know if I should trust a stranger, but anything is better than here," she said weakly, spreading the mud on the man's hand as she forced her weak body to an awkward standing position. She shivered from head to toe as a gust of wind blew around them both, her drenched clothing and skin pulling all of the heat out of her body and making her blonde hair and pale skin look much darker than it really is. "Besides, if there really is a monster, I really should not be sticking around here."

"What's this Rhode Island you were talking about?" the fairy asked, floating a step behind Jack, who was walking unusually fast. For the last hour or so, the two had been walking down what seemed like the same dirt path. Grooves where wheels would go suggested that this was a regular route for a horse drawn cabin. But all this walking was nothing for Jack, and the suggestion of a horse drawn cabin just seemed even more surreal for Jack.

"It's a state, part of the USA," Jack explained, quickly noticing the fairy's confused look. "You've never heard of the USA?" The fairy shook his head solemnly, and Jack continued, "It's a country, North America, a country on Earth." The fairy nodded as if trying to understood, and Jack smiled. "I live... or used to live in Cranston, a city in Rhode Island." Jack sighed, and giggled lowly as the fairy struggled to keep up with Jack. He was happy he was found by this little fairy. He was amusing; all his little eccentricities were amusing, and the way he sounded like a little kid reminded Jack of his little brother.

"Hey, do you think I'll be going back home?" Jack asked wearily. "I understand that this King Enrun wants me here, and the other heroes, but... whenever I'm done doing whatever we gotta do... do you think we'll be going back?"

The fairy was quiet. He could sense the sadness in Jack's voice, and he could read Jack's thoughts, and his yearning for his friends and loved ones. He didn't exactly know how to answer, but the duo were close to the castle, and what looked like a little, midievil suburb. "Only time can tell, Jack Roy. Only time can tell."

Jack hummed and focused on ahead of him. It fascinated him how one minute this fairy could sound so mature, so old one second, and then like a little kid the next. He wondered if this little fairy was old or young compared to others of its kind. "Look!" Jack snapped his focus to the small suburb-esque area. "Now pick a house!" the fairy commanded. Jack nodded and paused. He wandered wearily towards a house that he found cute and and approached the door.

As if possessed, it swung open. Nervous, Jack turned to the fairy behind him, who was nodding verosiously. Jack gulped and examined the other houses around his. He saw a few others going into houses just like his. Jack gulped and stepped into the house. It felt odd, it felt as if the house was his. The matress was nice and it looked cozy, and there was a book on it, along with a pair of brass knuckles.

Jack scoffed and cautiously approached the two items. Quietly, he picked the brass knuckles up off the bed, and slipped them onto his hands. He flexed his hands and felt the cool feeling of leather against his hands. Playfully, he began to punch invisible 'bad guys' in mid air. Jack laughed aloud, and continued to when he heard the fairy laughed. And then the laughter stopped when a scream pierced the happy atmosphere.

Jack and the fairy sprinted out of the house, stopping only when the fairy told Jack to get the book on his bed. "It could come in handy!" it exclaimed, Jack rushed back and grabbed the book entitled, "Basics of the Black Magics." The two sprinted after a woman and her fairy, causing Jack to wonder if the other heroes had fairies as well. He fofollwed the two into a forest where a large, green skinned thing cried for help.

"What's going on here?!"Jack called after the woman and her fairy as they grew closer to the forest.