"All passengers this way! Men to the right, women to the left! Come on, move!"
"What the hell is this?" Jerk whispered as they stepped off the plane. The soldiers were pushing through the lines of passengers arriving from southern Europe, splitting families as they went.
"This is impossible!" Martha, standing next to him, whispered. "Those soldiers don't even look modern, they are more medieval. They must be fake."
"They're not", Sandra said, standing to the left. "They're from another world, a parallel dimension."
"How do you know?" Jerk asked. Sandra nodded towards a symbol on one of the soldier's shirt, which was visible beneath his mail.
"They're from the Boar in Deverry", Sandra continued. "By the weapons and the pattern of the shirt, I'd say that they are from the 840s."
"What are they doing here, then?" Jerk hissed as the three of them pushed backwards through the lines.
"The Boars have Lady Merodda, a sorceress, as one of the leaders", Sandra answered. "She probably made this happen. If I am correct about the year."
"We've got to get away from here", Martha said. Sandra nodded and ducked beneath the plane.
"Hey you! Come back here!"
"Run!" Sandra yelled. The crowd by the plane panicked and screamed, all people running for their lives. Sandra grabbed Jerk, who grabbed Martha, and they ran. The soldiers were too busy to follow.
After a run of about four kilometres, Sandra stopped.
"We've… got to… find out how… things are here", she said, gasping for air. The two others nodded and Sandra led the way, at a slower pace, through woods that hadn't been there when they left Sweden six days earlier. Magic, Jerk thought as they worked their way up a hill. Sandra crouched down and crept closer, so that she could look down. The two others did the same and the sight surprised them all.
The city had been transformed into a medieval warrior camp with their friends as servants.
"She's using it as storage for the Boar army", Sandra mumbled. "There's got to be a portal somewhere, a portal back to Deverry. We've got to find it and get to Nevyn."
"Who?" Martha asked as they crept back.
"Nevyn, he's a sorcerer from the opposite side", Sandra answered. "Merodda will be unable to do anything against him."
"In my opinion, you, young lady, know too much."
All of them turned around. Out of the woods stepped a tall, slender man with high cheekbones and pale hair. Sandra inhaled sharply and pushed the two others behind her.
"Are you some kind of a spy, girl?" the man asked. Sandra quickly shook her head.
"No, Captain", she answered. The man raised one of his eyebrows.
"How come you know so much, then?" he asked. "You even know my rank and title, a mere soldier."
"Captain Caradoc, if you were just a mere soldier, then you would never have done all of those deeds that I know you for", Sandra answered. Caradoc smiled slightly.
"We will escort you three back to our camp and make sure that you do not spread a word to anyone about our arrival."
More men stepped out of the forest.
"Shall we run?" Jerk asked. Sandra shook her head.
"No. These men we can trust."