Chapter 1

"Ugh, finally a bed." Luciana complains as she flops down onto the plush cover, burying her face in a pillow. After a long drive on a seriously uncomfortable bus, their class had finally arrived at the inn they would stay for the next week.

Her two friends giggle good-naturedly as she groans. "It wasn't that bad, Luce." Christy pets the girl's long black hair in a soothing notion. "At least we're finally outside school." The inn was located in the countryside a few hour drive from London, in an old looking village with only a few houses spread apart by fields and surrounded by forest. It was basically in the middle of nowhere.

"No class, no homework, no headmistress and a little more freedom." Angie adds softly while she pokes Luciana's side.

It makes the blackhead crack a smile. "No annoying new kids." She shifts to look at her two friends as they chuckle at her comment. Those were probably the only plus points of this field trip. Well, what was one to expect from a strict catholic school.

It was only after two days that Luciana already became bored with the setting. Luckily today they were given time to explore and she would use the opportunity to the fullest. So before dinner the three girls set out on a walk in the nearby forest having heard stories of ghosts and other scary things from the innkeeper. Granted, they knew it was merely meant as a publicity trick but there was not much else to do, which is why the girls were currently walking through the woods.

"I don't see what the big deal is. It's just a normal forest." Christy mentions as dried leaves and twigs crunch beneath their feet.

"It looks pretty even." Angie adds as she looks around. The forest wasn't very thick or dark. It was nothing like the cliché of haunted woods. Early autumn colors and green seemed to mix and dance as a soft late summer breeze pushed through the trees and bushes. "Almost like a fairytale." Luciana nods her head with a gentle smile. It was quite beautiful and almost magical.

The girls kept going further until they reached an opening in the woods. It was overgrown with grass, but one could still make out the rock formation in the center. A stone circle that didn't look quite natural. "Do you think someone moved those rocks like that?" Luciana asks as they got closer to the formation. The other two nod in agreement, slightly creeped out by it.

A chill runs down Angie's and Christy's backs making them stop in their tracks. "Hey Luce? I don't think we should be here." Christy nibbles at her bottom lip in discomfort.

"Hm? Why?" The girl in question looks back at her friends, obviously not feeling the same discomfort as them.

"It doesn't feel right." Angie mentions as she takes a step back and holds onto the gold cross hanging around her neck, the action makes Luciana cock a curious brow.

She takes a thoughtful look back at the stone circle. "Well, it does kinda look like the perfect setting for the meeting between Macbeth and the witches." The blackhead chuckles slightly as her friends squeak and pale.

"Don't say that!" Angie whisper shouts, almost as if she were afraid someone or something might wake if they were too loud.

"We should go back." With that her two friends swiftly and a little frightened take her by the arm dragging her back into the forest. Luciana looks back at the formation for one last time, furrowing her brows slightly at the odd behavior of her friends. She on the other hand wasn't frightened, rather, she felt drawn to it. 'I'll check it out later.'

And indeed she did. Luciana waited until after lights out, pretending to sleep until she felt the moment was right. She gently slid out of the bed making sure not to wake her sleeping companions, put on her black thigh long overcoat and pocketing her phone. She then quietly searched her luggage for the hidden switchblade she always kept with her. It was a dangerous world after all. Afterwards Luciana took her dark ankle boots and proceeded to open the window. She didn't want to risk running into any of the teachers or inn personnel, they would question her actions and make her go to bed. So window it was. Being careful of any noise she opened the window, dropped her boots down and waited a while to see if it alerted anyone. Then she climbed out and jumped. She landed softly on the grass, took her shoes and ran. When she was far enough from the inn, Luciana put on her boots and proceeded into the forest, lighting the way with her phone.

She smiled a little as she successfully reached the stone formation. Curiously Luciana inspects the overgrown structure, lightly removing some moss and grass. Kneeling on the ground she discovers runic writing etched into a smaller stone tablet. "If only it were Latin." She sighs in disappointment, gently swiping over the writing. A tingle begins in the tips of her fingers quickly spreading through her hand and up her arm. Her eyes begin to droop tiredly and she collapses onto the ground.

Luciana awakes at daytime finding herself still lying in the center of the stone circle; she panics as she notices that the sun is already high in the sky. "Mother Janet will kill me." She pales a little and quickly runs through the woods back to the inn. Only as she enters it, does Luciana realize how different the people looked. Most prominent was the fact that they were wearing such old clothes. Those who noticed her stared with different expressions. Some portrayed shock, others disapproval. Confused by her discoveries and the looks she received, Luciana backtracks to the edge of the forest. Sitting by a tree she looks at the dirt road which used to be asphalt. The girl gulps as the situation begins to seep in. "This is just not possible." She whispers to herself and decides that it was all an elaborate dream. Pinching her arm, shaking her head and smacking her cheeks, Luciana attempts to wake herself, but to no avail. "Oh no…" She bites her lip to suppress unwanted tears of desperation. "What am I going to do?" She takes a shuddering breath and looks at her surroundings again hoping very much that they would return to normal – but it isn't so. Her jaw tenses and she clenches her fists so tightly her knuckles turn white as she shakes away her tears and depressing thoughts. 'Come on Luce, think! You're smart and definitely not a crybaby!' She tries to encourage herself despite her predicament.

Frustrated she rubs her forehead, recounting what happened. She went to the stone circle, found runic writing, touched it and passed out then she woke up here. 'Note to self: stay away from overgrown stone circles with runic writing.' She sighs at her own stupidity then more or less calmly she takes a look at her surroundings, coming to a conclusion. A sigh escapes her lips as Luciana acknowledges her predicament. "Great I'm stuck in the past."

If anyone of you knows the series Outlander, yes it may be the same principle but I honestly wouldn't know. Never seen it. The idea came from my friend, she watched the show, and shortly mentioned it when we were talking on the phone.

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!