June 20, 1776
Colonel William Tavington stood down by the river, holding up a small mirror and giving himself his weekly shave. He was looking a bit rugged lately. The smell of blood and gunfire still lingered in the air, but he did not let this disturb him. The forest was pretty quiet that morning. In fact, it was almost too quiet. This should have been the first sign to Tavington that something was about to change. He looked around, studying the stillness of the atmosphere. Those damn Patriots could be anywhere. He was not afraid of them, but recently he had be informed that 20 British soldiers had been attacked by an unseen figure. Based on the description, Tavington thought this "unseen figure" sounded more like a ghost, but did not believe such nonsense. It had to have been a man. There was no other way to explain it. Still, it troubled him. He went back to shaving his face, trying not to think about the demons of this place. Little did he know was that he would soon be visited by a lady. An unusual lady. A girl from another time period, far different than the one he was living in.
June 20, 2015 - Present Day
Henriette, a 20 year old, brown-haired girl, sat alone in her bedroom. She was lying on her bed reading Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare. Just outside her door, she could hear her parents starting to engage in a fight. They had been getting into a lot of arguments over the past few months, though to Henriette, it seemed like years. It was always a battle with them. They were never happy with each other. So why did they bother living together?
Henriette set her book down on her nightstand and reached for her CD player. She picked up her headphones and placed them over my head, hoping to block out the noise. She pressed the "Play" button on the side and her ears were welcomed by the song Given and Denied by Poets of the Fall.
Henriette picked up her stuffed lion doll named Celie and asked her, "What am I going to do, Celie?" The inanimate lion toy did not respond.
Henriette looked over at her wall and eyed the flag of the United Kingdom hanging up on her wall. She didn't know what it was, but there was always something about the British culture that fascinated her. Henriette rested her head back on the pillow behind her and hugged Celie close to her chest. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, wishing someone would take her away from this awful place. Henriette listened to the song dance around her head until she drifted off to sleep.
Two hours later, Henriette was woken up by a bright light shining inside her room. She opened her eyes and turned her head to the right. At first, Henriette thought she was dreaming, for what she thought was a light, turned out to be a huge gaping hole surrounded by a bright blue light. A wormhole!
She sat up slowly, not taking her eyes off the wormhole, or realizing that Celie had rolled onto the floor. Henriette took the headphones off her head and threw her legs to the side of her bed. She stood up and walked over to the wormhole, cautiously. She slowly reached her hand for it, but then backed away. She wasn't exactly sure where this thing would take her. But to enter into another dimension, a different time period? It sounded scary, but it also excited her. Henriette looked at her bedroom door and thought about this situation. What would her family think if they discovered she was gone? Henriette knew they would be worried sick if she never returned, but for as long as she could remember, Henriette had always taken care of her family, that she almost never did anything for herself. This was probably her only chance to escape from this hellhole she was living in. Making up her mind at the last minute, Henriette decided to go through the portal.
What happened next, Henriette couldn't even begin to describe. She felt as if her whole body was on fire and being pulled forward by some great force, almost like she was traveling through space and time. There was a flash of light and then everything went black.