Author's note: I do not own any of the Dynasty Warriors characters or places mentioned. The games are owned by Koei Games and the creators of Dynasty Warriors.

Also, this story begins in the year 216. Enjoy!

Document 1: Chan-juan

All that one remembers is that falling sensation, the feeling of dropping out of somewhere unknown. The sensation of the wind ripping past one and upward into the sky, it almost being like thousands of knives and needles flying past one while barely missing the skin. The shocking feeling of your organs going the opposite way oneself is. The feeling where all of your limbs are spread out, the feeling of hopelessness, dread, fear, and a momentary loss of the will to live. Eyes are squeezed tightly shut, unable to open them out of fear of what one would see when looking below them. Rushing through the air at fast speeds, something like a dead stop would instantly kill. Suddenly, a feeling of being jerked up is felt and then the sensation of being as light as a dove's feather and simply floating down to the earth, landing softly on the ground. The legs, not being able to hold up one's weight, crumble underneath and one slips onto the ground harshly. The lack of being able to keep oneself conscious, the sensation of slowly falling asleep as if under a spell, the world fading into the smooth blackness of the abyss…

A teenage girl shoots up, flinging the bed covers off her body. Her eyes were wide open and filled with fright and shock. Her lungs were drawing in breaths quickly and her heart was beating in her chest like a jackhammer pounding its way into the ground. Her raven black hair fell in her face, it softly streaking across her cheeks as it did so. She gripped the sheets underneath her hands as if her life depended on it, causing wrinkles to form in the delicate fabric. She bites her lip hard, drawing some blood from the wound. The crimson liquid made its way down her chin and was about to drop off onto the sheets when she felt something familiar brush up against her skin; a cloth wiping the blood away. She stopped biting and slowly released her grip from the sheets, tiny sweat drops forming on the palms of her hands. She didn't dare glance up at who or what had just wiped her chin. The action itself reminded her much of her mother. She would often do this after the young girl had dirtied herself up at the dinner table accidently. That was all because she still didn't know how to properly use chopsticks, since she was still so young. Her mother would take a washcloth from the kitchen and wipe her face gently, not saying a word as she did so. Why was she remembering something that far back? Damn, every time that something happened to her in an unfamiliar place, she would always refer back to her childhood! She silently cursed herself for doing something so idiotic. She had even sworn to herself that she would never do that again. It seemed that she could not even keep something as simple yet complex as her memories out of her head whenever she was in a place that she had no recollection of. She sighed loudly in disappointment, which caught the attention of whoever or whatever was in the room because the person now spoke with a hint of concern in their voice,

"Are you alright, dear? You had us all worried, you know." She listened to the person and noted the voice. She ran it through the memory databank in her head and none of the voices that she knew matched this one. Apparently, a stranger was talking to her. She now dared a look up and was shocked at what she saw; a man who had skin somehow paler than her own and jet black hair that seemed to be made out of silk. There were four points sticking out of his hair that she had no idea as to what they were. She examined him more and noted what he was wearing. His outfit looked like nothing her parents wore around the house in their daily lives. Where the heck was she? She forced herself to take in deep breaths and stared at the man as calmly as she could. She opened her lips and spoke in a shaky voice that she couldn't control,

"W-w-where am I?" The man was now the one who looked shocked. Had she said something wrong? Had she not properly thought her words through? She was just getting ready to apologize to him when he replied,

"You're in my lord's palace, my dear."

"Palace?" She looked around the room, surveying everything. She noticed, as she was doing this, that the materials and objects in the room looked very similar to those found in the pictures of the old book that talked about ancient China. Did she fall asleep in a museum? No, that didn't seem right. The only person in the room besides herself was the man beside her. She didn't even know his name yet-wait a minute. Where was she exactly? He had said in his lord's palace. Now many questions popped into her head. She needed to ask the right ones though to get any information about her location. She looked at him again and asked him her first question out of a few,

"Where is the palace we're in exactly?"

"In Xuchang."

"Xuchang? Isn't this city old?" The man laughed somewhat at her answer and she thought to herself what was so funny about it. He calmed down and replied,

"It does have its own history, but it's not old enough to come crumbling down. That would be a most unbeautiful thing to see." She blinked her eyes a bit, confused by the last part of his answer. She decided not to question it and move onto the next question she had.

"What is the name of your lord, if you don't mind me asking?" The man seemed hesitant to answer and she became somewhat worried. Was he thinking that she was an assassin trying to murder this so-called lord of his? She began to shake, sweat dripping down from her forehead. She suddenly blurted out loud,

"Y-y-you don't have t-t-to answer if y-you don't w-wish to! I just wanted to k-k-know since I have no idea w-where I am! The last thing I remember before waking up is falling from out of somewhere and and and-"She was cut off by the man holding his hand over her mouth. She became seriously anxious, wondering what he was going to do to her next. She could not possibly think of anything at the moment, since her mind was in tangles and knots. He took his hand away and looked at her softly.

"You do not need to worry, my dear. We all saw what happened to you."

"All? Who's everyone else?"

"Why, the whole army of Wei did." Something in that statement sounded familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place it. She stayed silent, expecting him to continue on with his story. He noticed her lack of talking and cleared his throat before resuming,

"We were on our way back to Xuchang when one of our men saw something falling from the skies. There were many speculations as to what it was. Suddenly, you disappeared up into the sky and it was some time before we caught sight of you again. We didn't actually know that you were a person until you came closer to the ground. It seemed almost as if you floated to the ground. Once you landed, you fell over and our men rushed over to see if you had sustained any injuries and if you were still alive. We brought you back with us, although my lord wasn't exactly too pleased with it, well I should say that lord Cao Pi wasn't too pleased with it. His lady seemed excited about the idea of having a young lady such as yourself inside the palace. Our lord Cao Cao wanted to make sure that you didn't try to escape from the palace, so he sent me to guard you. And that is why I'm here." As he told the story, he was constantly moving around, doing twirls and other moves that made it seem as if he was dancing. She listened carefully to the story as well as watched him move gracefully around the room. Once he was finished telling the story, he landed in front of her effortlessly. She couldn't help but be surprised about it. She quickly regained her composure and folded her hands together, letting them sit on top of the sheets.

"Thank you very much. It had the information I was looking for. Although, I must ask you a question."

"Hmm?"

"Who are Cao Cao, Cao Pi, and the lady you spoke of to be this man's wife?" The man seemed shocked at her fluent pronunciation of the names mentioned. Was she Chinese herself? That would be one explanation as to what he had just heard. He got over it quickly and stood up, looking down at her.

"Cao Cao is the ruler of Wei. Cao Pi is his second son, as I've been told by the General, and his wife is the beautiful Zhen Ji. You know, she and I used to work together against Cao Cao. We were with Yuan Shao before the battle at Guandu happened."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Zhen Ji and I used to serve under the man named Yuan Shao for a long time. He apparently was our lord's former friend. The two of them fought gracefully at the battle of Guandu. Our lord won eventually after brutally devastating my late lord's army and himself. I couldn't have seen more of a beautiful fighting style than Lord Cao Pi's. It looked so graceful, I believe I got caught up in the beauty of it and I happened to lose to him. Although I have to admit, we are treated better here than with my late lord."

"Do you regret being beaten by Cao Pi-I mean Lord Cao Pi?"

"Not for a moment. By the way, I don't believe I got your name." She was ready to slap her forehead in disbelief. She was so caught up in what this guy was telling her that she had forgotten to mention her own name! She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. The man noticed this and was about to ask why she was doing such a thing when she released her grip and spoke to him with a bit more confidence than before,

"My name is Chan-juan."

"Oooh, splendid! Such a wonderful name! I am called Zhang He, if you must know." Chan-juan nodded, understanding what he said. She knew now that she was in someone's palace and this someone ruled over the land. She needed to know more information, but what she had would have to suffice for now. Suddenly, a question popped into her head and she just had to ask. She simply could not hold it in any longer.

"Zhang He," she started, getting his attention. "I would like to meet your lord sometime. However, I am unsure of how you do things around here. When is a proper time that I can meet him?" Zhang He thought about her question for a few moments, playing with suggestions in his head. He came up with something and replied,

"Well, to be honest, he's not here in the palace at the moment."

"Oh, I see…sorry to have asked you about that…"

"Although you can meet with Lord Cao Pi anytime. He's free right now, from what I know."

"So I can meet him anytime?" She sounded confused as she spoke. Suddenly, the door flung open, revealing an angry-looking man with the same color hair that Zhang He had. His clothing suggested that he was someone who was high on the hierarchy ladder, noting the materials used in the clothing and the armor he wore on his shoulders and forearms. This man's gaze bore deep into her and it sent shivers up and down her spine. She was thinking that he was going to kill her simply because she existed. She was about to turn to Zhang He to help her when a woman with beautiful brown hair stepped from behind the man and gently grabbed onto his arm.

"Beloved, don't act so harsh to her. She's new here and from the way she's shaking, you're intimidating her. You need to be nicer to the new people."

"I need to make sure that she is not a spy for any of the other kingdoms."

"I doubt she is. Judging from her clothes, she could've blended into our kingdom quite nicely."

"Ugh…" The man sighed loudly in annoyance. As Chan-juan watched along with Zhang He what was happening between these two people, only one thought occurred to her; I am so not going to enjoy this…

Well, we have officially met the first of the six individuals. I'll try not to make the other people's stories too boring. Please comment and look out for the next chapter coming soon!