Humans do not live here. That was the first - and only - certain thing about the area surrounding Amy Pond. But she wasn't too sure if it was a "planet" or any place on Earth. The sky was bright blue and without a cloud, for the start.
Amy sat up and turned her head to see the surroundings. She was sitting on warm ground - right here completely bare, without a stem of grass - under the wide branches of trees unknown to her, most probably jungle type of them, but not palm trees. Judging by the smell, there should be a river nearby, the only water in the forest...
"Amelia Jessica Pond. Prepared for the game".
A nasty buzzing voice sounded in Amy's head.
"Game?" she asked aloud and hissed with pain – all of a sudden there was a feeling as if a lump of hot wax touched her left shoulder. Having rolled the sleeve of her checkered red-and-blue shirt up, she saw a mark on it. Or no, it was like a scar or another damage of half-natural, half-artificial origin – a round seal with a pattern: prints of two tiny hands and a finger-print under them.
Amy stood up, slowly twirling. Now she was sure that she was not on Earth – it doesn't have architecture like this: just behind the trees there was a building in the style of Asher's lithographs. Or no, it was kind of an impossible castle, abandoned years ago: stairs and stairs in all directions, covered with ivy or some other plant like it.
"James Robert McCrimmon. Prepared for the game".
Jamie bounced up, having grabbed his dagger. No one was around.
"Show yourself!" he yelped. No reply. A second ago he had been escaping a flock of alien bats, and now he found himself on the top of a tower. Or no. It was some wrong tower. Though Jamie wasn't going to fall from it, his hair and clothing didn't hang down, the fact remained the fact – it appeared to be upside down. The ground was over his head, while the sky was at the bottom.
Gra-vi-ty, Jamie recalled. This tower had its own kind of gravity. And he'd better find a way out of there… This wasn't the easiest task. As soon as Jamie looked down from the tower, he realized it: the castle, the part of which this tower was, consisted of stairs and walls combined in the most quirky ways, so it was more of a labyrinth. But sitting there wouldn't do, so Jamie entered the closest hallway.
"Yow!"
"Yow-yow-yow-yow-yow…"
The youngster stood still until he recognized his own voice's echo jumping between the walls. And the reason was pain which pierced his left shoulder. Jamie walked into the lighted area and jerked his left sleeve up to see the burnt track or a print on his shoulder. It was a round seal with two fingerprints on it.
"Whoever brought me here doesn't want me to be unrecognized", Jamie muttered and crept into the depth of the castle, dagger at the ready.
A/N: What do you say? I won't be surprised if it all gets tangled soon. You know those characters - they do it in their own ways... always.