Author's Note
This whole story came about following a conversation I had recently. We were talking about hobbies and I mentioned that I did archery for a while. Someone asked why and I responded "Just in case I ever get sucked into a pseudo-mediaeval or Tolkeinesque dimension". To which another friend added "Yeah. That's why I took up fencing!". I was challenged to write about what would happen if that ever happened. In some ways, I suppose it's a Mary-Sue fic, but it's a look at how someone with a clue would adjust to being dropped into a story where you know what happens, but your very presence might change 'history'. I hope you enjoy it.
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Driving late at night is never a good idea. Driving late at night after a long day at work is always a bad one. Grace cranked up the volume on her car stereo and switched it to some pulsating 80s electro-pop to try and keep the fuzziness at bay. She fished around on the seat next to her for more sweets while singing along to the CD. She'd stayed late to complete a report and was looking to finally getting home for the weekend, a lie-in in her own bed and catching up online.
It was just gone midnight and the motorway was empty as it was likely to get. She zipped past the last few lorries somewhat over the speed limit, while casting aspersions on the sanity of the few alleged lunatics travelling even faster than she was. Her mind wandered slightly, but she was brought back to reality by the car bouncing along the serrated line bordering the carriageway. Her eyes drooped as the car ate up the miles, weaving slightly. She fought to keep her attention at least long enough to reach the next service station, but her concentration wavered and she drifted into peaceful unawareness.
This whole story came about following a conversation I had recently. We were talking about hobbies and I mentioned that I did archery for a while. Someone asked why and I responded "Just in case I ever get sucked into a pseudo-mediaeval or Tolkeinesque dimension". To which another friend added "Yeah. That's why I took up fencing!". I was challenged to write about what would happen if that ever happened. In some ways, I suppose it's a Mary-Sue fic, but it's a look at how someone with a clue would adjust to being dropped into a story where you know what happens, but your very presence might change 'history'. I hope you enjoy it.
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Driving late at night is never a good idea. Driving late at night after a long day at work is always a bad one. Grace cranked up the volume on her car stereo and switched it to some pulsating 80s electro-pop to try and keep the fuzziness at bay. She fished around on the seat next to her for more sweets while singing along to the CD. She'd stayed late to complete a report and was looking to finally getting home for the weekend, a lie-in in her own bed and catching up online.
It was just gone midnight and the motorway was empty as it was likely to get. She zipped past the last few lorries somewhat over the speed limit, while casting aspersions on the sanity of the few alleged lunatics travelling even faster than she was. Her mind wandered slightly, but she was brought back to reality by the car bouncing along the serrated line bordering the carriageway. Her eyes drooped as the car ate up the miles, weaving slightly. She fought to keep her attention at least long enough to reach the next service station, but her concentration wavered and she drifted into peaceful unawareness.