Authors note:
Hello dear readers! This is my first fanfiction ever and Im super excited to share this ''story'' (I only have imagined for myself) with all of you!:)
I have to warn you though, english is not my first language so if it's any spelling or grammar errors please forgive me ( dont worry im gonna try my best to write perfect;) ). I will most likely update once a week due to school and I will never abandon the story without an ending! Thats a promise:). I also do promise that the writing will get better.
So as for now i really hope you'll enjoy the story! -xoxo
NB!: I do not own any of the characters except from the oc's.
The train was speeding through the English country side in max pace, the wagons slighty shaking from time to time due to the harsh wind. Saga was sitting by herself inside the litle compartment, comfortably with her legs tucked under herself. She was going to her late aunts funeral in a small village in east England. Her aunt Samantha didn't have any children of her own, and since her mother were her only sibling they now inherited all her aunts belongings.
Most importantly her house, well not a house. It was more like a tiny castle, like the ones dukes and nobles used to live in hundreds of years ago.
Sagas mother's side of the family inherited from England, and her mother Hilda was extremely proud of her british genes. She would always talk about her ancestors and how they had been in the english court for houndreds of years. Working as ladies in waitings and even councellors to kings. Altough wich kings, she didn't know.
Although her mother never stopped telling stories, Saga never really paid any interest in them. Growing up in Denmark where her father is from, she never felt the need of learning about her english family. It wasn't like it was going to be off any use, was it?
Saga closed her eyes and focused on the music flowing through her headphones. She had been listening to a lot of french music lately, it was just something about the language and how it sounded that made her fall in love with every french song she heard. She had even dedicated a whole playlist on spotify to her new obsession. But her all time favourite songs would of course be those from the legendary Kurt Cobain himself. Since she was 12 years old she'd been listening to Nirvana. Her friends would always tease her for liking the band only their fathers listened to.
Laying dow on the grey seats she took her pink hair out off the french braids she'd been wearing all day, making it fall down her back in small curls. It was late afternoon now, almost 6 so her scalp had been hurting like hell, begging her to take out those damn braids. But they helped her to get her long, wild mane out of her face. She'd been nervous at first when her friends dared her to dye it pink, not wanting to ruin her long and shiny brown hair. But she thought 'what the hell'. Her mother always told her that it's better to regret something you have done, than regretting something you haven't done. And so far she loved her colourfull hair. It made her stand out and she liked that. She had always had a kind of crazy personality. Always being in a good mood, saying everything on her mind, doing weird things and joking around. But if you first made her angry... Well then god may have mercy on you.
And as the next song 'mon ange' by ZOE started playing she slowly felt herself drift of to sleep. Falling deeper and deeper into dreamland as the song lulled her to sleep..
Suddenly! She awoke with a harsh bump. The music no longer playing. Saga touched her head, she was about to take of her headphones when she felt that they weren't there. ''What the fuck?'' she murmuded to herself as she slowly rose up to see what had happened. - Thats when she realised she was no longer in the train compartment. ''What the fuck?!'' She now yelled, angry with wide eyes. The grey plush seats where now replaced with red ones. The window replaced with just a hole in the wall. The steel floor replaced with wooden ones and the roof where so low, she were in a fucking wagon!
All kinds of scenarios off what had happened popped up in her head. Was she kidnapped? 'Yes of course you have been kidnapped you dumb fuck' she thought to herself. She could barerly digest her thoughts and her new soroundings before the smal door on the side of the wagon swung open.
In front of her a small, round and sweathy man dressed in a blue west appeared. Patting his read face with a handkerchief he seemed to be totally out of breath. '' Appologies Lady Atwater! Some trees ar blocking the road so we have to stay here for a minute to find a new way to..'' The litle man slowly stopped talking while he took in Saga's appearance. Since she was going to, or planing to travell by train all day she didn't bother to dress up.
Saga was only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt with a game of thrones quote on it. She had been taking of her shoes at once the train started, so she didn't know where the hell they where anymore. And then it was her pink, now curly hair.
The odd man seemed to be utterly shocked as he watched her, his moth hanging wide agape.
And Saga saw nothing but red. Who did this man think he was? Taking her from the train and putting her in this fucking wagon? Like what the heck dude? kidnapping people is one thing, but putting them in old fucking wagons...Thats just hella weird!
Now if you knew Saga you knew better than to mess with her. She would never admit it, but the young activist ( ye activist, i know right?) didn't get her drive from smiling and forgiving every sinnig soul, hell no thats not Saga. So again, if you knew her it would be no suprise when she stod up fast and lashed onto the man. Making him fall backwards with great force with her on top of him.
'A dream, this is all a dream'
Pictures of what had happened popped up in her head. She saw the train, the table in front of her as she laid down on the seats. She saw her phone as it lit up from the snap she got from a random friend. She even heard 'mong ange' play its lovely tune into her ears, and then playing her into something she couldn't quite identify.. A sleep? A dream? A trip back in time to the fucking 16th century? (the latter would honestly be quite awesome.)
No it was most definetly a dream, like, hello? I know it's not proved that traveling back in time is 'impossible' but saying that is like saying you cant prove that Trump is a fucking psycho, so thats off the hook.
''Where am I anyway?'' Saga said more to herself than anyone else.
After seing that litle, out-off shape man opening the door to this fucking wagon and going bananas, Saga had blacked out. Only now gaining consciousness and waking up again she could see that she no longer (thanks god) were in that bloody thing.
But when she saw her soroundings, she only got more exhausted.
''OHMYGAAAAD, you got to be kidding meee!'' She wined loudly, pretty loudly. She got up from the ground to check out her surroundings.. Never had she been in a place like this before. The walls were dirty as hell, and made of stone! The ground was cowered in hay and she could swear she saw mice running in and out of it. It wasn't even a single window or light source in this hell hole exept from the smal gitter on top of the door.
She draged herself to the gitter and tried to get a look outside, but it was to no use. It was dark as hell out there to
And the smell, omg the smell! She had never smelled anything like it! Even the cheap bathrooms at Mc'Donalds smelled better than this, no it smelled like heaven compared to this!
All this new things happening and the events from earlier made Saga tired, and her head hurted like hell. She laid down on he same spot from before, where it was least dirty and started singing on a little song, something she honestly did all the time.
''But if you close your eyes'' She hummed, closing her eyes in the prosses. ''Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?''. She sang hoping that whatever this was she would be home again when she opened them again.
''And if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you've been here before''.