Let me just.. begin by telling you that none of this mess was my fault. Most of it anyway.

My name is Addy Pitsman, nothing fancy. Just Addy. I know, who the hell calls their kid Addy? Not very mysterious and feminine is it? Bloody hell.

Anyway. My name is Addy. And I just woke up on the ground with my body twisted, and a mouth full with dirt. And by God. I wasn't in Kansas anymore Toto.

How all this mess began I do not know. Hell, I think the last thing I remembered was that I was cycling from college back home and something hit me? I'm not that surprised, it's a very busy road. I'm studying to be a nurse, or at least trying to because I'm not doing too well. I was just on my way to cross a road but I think there was some construction going on. Something, a car maybe, might have hit me, because I felt something crashing into me. Did I black out? I couldn't remember because you know, just panicking about where the hell I am right now! Which is what I shall explain to you.

First things I notice: 1. I am lying face down in the dirt. 2. My head HURTS. 3. What the hell is going on?

Forcing my head to twist to the right I decided to take a peek. The light caused my eyes to close again, bloody headache. Slowly my eyes adjusted and I could make out the outline of leaves. I felt a breeze on my face and it was cold on my face. I don't know how long I just laid there, perhaps I was afraid I was missing body parts or whatever. But I finally had the guts to clench both my fists and trying to push myself into an upright position. The sound of rustling leaves filled my ears, just like the sound of my spine cracking. While my muscles are protesting I sit on the ground with knees in front of me.

I take in my surroundings. No cars. No sound. No roads. I am in the middle of a monstrous forest. Seizing a patch of my skin, I squeezed hard.

Not dreaming.

My mind still in overdrive I look myself over. Some scratches, a rip in my vest and covered in dirt. Turning my head, almost giving myself whiplash, I look left. Forest. Turning the other way. Forest. Ahead of me, more forest. Looking behind me. Dirt and the edge of what seemed a like a cliff.

I stumbled to my feet and took a few cautious steps towards the edge. Don't get me wrong, I love forests. But I was just a little… too creeped out to care at that moment. And the first thing I wanted to do is find out where I was.

I think I just.. stared when I reached the end of the cliff. Because really: it was a dead flippin' end. It just stopped. I was on a floating land up in the skies.

Was this heaven?
What the hell do you do now sweet Addy?

The sudden idea of being dead crossed my mind. Dead Addy. Doesn't have a nice ring to it. Images of dissected human bodies in the anatomy lab reawakened themselves in my mind. Putting up a brave face, I decided then I should follow along the edge. Maybe I was transported from the past to the future, where people drove rocket ships and lived in the air or something. Space Addy. That does indeed sound a lot better.

Don't forget I was quite scared at the time, so I am leaving the 'looking around in fear' bits out which I did for quite some time by the way. As I walked along the edge, throwing random things off the cliff, I noticed something. There was an enormous beanstalk attached to the edge of the cliff.

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Must've been quite the tumble I had taken. I looked back at the forest and back at the stalk. I must've been going crazy.

I considered the possibility of climbing down before I heard the familiar hum of voices. And it was coming from the forest.

I remember turning and leaping towards the forest, taking big steps as I ran. Salvation! I was out of breath as I reached the point where I had heard the voices. Frantically I looked around me thinking I had lost them. My fear only multiplied upon feeling something very sharp and incredibly cold near my neck. Firstly it had scared the oblivion out of me, so I yelled. Secondly I noticed I had a sword under my chin. A freakin' sword.

Holy Mary mother of-

'Don't make a move young lady, or I'm afraid I will have to strike.'

Glancing towards the owner of the voice I held my hands up in surrender. I must have looked horrendous by the way, covered in dirt, hair an absolute mess, torn off sleeve and a few scrapes. A man just around my height with dark hair with curls… and with a sword and armor.

…A sword .. and an armor.

How quaint.

His eyebrow raised slightly when he took in my appearance.

'Where are we, and who is the owner of these lands?' the man spoke, voice still as stern as before.

Swallowing slightly and keeping my eyes on the blade pressed against my neck I clenched and unclenched my hands. 'I-I.. I have no idea.' I started, inwardly cringing how awfully that had sounded. 'Sir.' I added quickly.

Damnit.

'Where is the princess and where is your King?!' he pressed the blade a bit further, not cutting me, but it certainly did scare me. All the heat of my body vanished when the iron bit into my skin.

He had raised his voice, and only now that I noticed he was not alone. For as he ended his sentence, a stirring from further away near some rocks.

My eyes followed the sound and a small party of men came through the trees and bushes.

'Crawe?'

Figures moved around me but I couldn't bring myself to take all of them in at once.

'What is going on?'

Random dude appearing, wearing the same weird outfit.

'Don't fall behind! What are you doing?'

REALLY creepy dude with a bad haircut appearing.

'We have to make haste!'

And a bald guy.

'What-'

Eyes quickly fell upon me, and I felt the familiar wave of embarrassment flow through me. A few moments it was silent, eyes all trained on a girl who looked like she had gotten into a fight with a boar, with hands raised and a sword pressed against her neck.

'Awkward.' I muttered.