Gina settled down comfortably, at the base of a large, ancient, knotted tree. Book in hands, open at the last page. The birds were singing, and the rays of sun filtering through the tree tops left light patterns on the forest floor. The sun was just beginning to set, turning the sky a light shade of pink. Luckily enough Gina had started on the book, The Shelters Of Stone, last book of the Earths Children series by her favourite writer, Jean M. Auel, just as the sun was rising. Why, you may ask, was she seated by a tree in the middle of the French forests in the first place? Well, simple really.

Family Camping Trip.

One which Gina had been an all too willing participant in, at the time it was mentioned, but soon learnt that her families idea of camping was cold canned soup, mosquitoes, and a complacent mother, who had a very big issue with said mosquitoes. So, she decided to get away for a day, of course after telling her mum where she was going, and when she'd be back, and finish up on reading the last book of the series.

Gina's eyes read the last sentence of the last page of the last book, and suddenly, they started feeling heavy. Very heavy. Like excuse-me-dropping-unconscious-here kinda heavy. Black faded into the edges of her vision, before everything went dark.

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When Gina finally cracked one of her eyelids, it was bright outside, and her eyes automatically flew open. Had she fallen asleep here? Mum was gonna FREAK. Just as her eyes were adjusting to the instantly invading bright light, did she notice the crowd of figures surrounding her. Gina screamed, loud. The groups consisted mostly of men, with the occasional woman, all holding spears. Pointy ones. They also had animal fur draped around their shoulders, and a few were holding a set of moose horns each. They had dark paint on their face, and their clothes were made of primitively sown leather, and further animal fur. There were two bison carcasses being dragged along on a travois by three large horses. The group eyed her warily, until of course she screamed. Then they just looked startled, before calming down. This girl was obviously incredibly scared, and just because she was most likely a spirit – what else could she be? She had appeared in a flash of bright light – did not mean that she was to be met with open hostility. It was not the Zelandonii way. As Gina continued to tremble, they lowered her swords, and few timid smiles were sent her way, and although the wariness behind them was evident, it was far better than having those pointy things stuck into her.

A sudden movement to Gina's left startled her. It was a boy, probably only a few years older than her.

Oh, and he was downright gorgeous.

She wasn't even joking. He had these bright blue eyes, like ice, but much warmer. He was easily 6 foot 2, or something close. He was incredibly muscular, her tones arms were uncovered, and his legs were tightly wrapped by the leather. His features were perfectly chiseled, and symmetrical. A long, straight nose, full lips, and long, long eyelashes. He had a mop of golden blond hair, slightly curled, on top of his head, and a slight stubble was coming though along his jaw, and around his mouth.

He bent down slightly, and slowly, as though afraid she may bite it, stuck out a large, calloused hand. Obviously an offer in assistance. Good looking, AND a gentleman. He was one serious catch.

After grabbing his hand with a small smile of her own, she turned back to the others, and their clothes, their looks, their weapons, it suddenly struck her: she had been found by a colony of naturalists. There was literally no other explanation. She looked closer, no makeup, no sign of factory made fabrics, and the natural smell of the woods.

Yep, defiantly naturalists.

Then she remember, her family! God, they must be worried SICK! She turned to the hot blond and, after being disorientated by his good looks, asked 'Hey, have you seen a family of people? Probably calling for me or something? The Dad's Indian, and the mum looks kinda like me, and there's a little boy??? It would be a huge help if you have,'

The people just looked at her oddly, and the boy just shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head. Then it struck her, she's in FRANCE. Of course they wouldn't speak English! Gina switched to French (which she had been learning since she was five), which just aroused even more confused looks. She tried making signs with her hands, and body, trying to SHOW that she needed help. Even going so far as kneeling down and drawing little stick people. Whether or not this helped, she would never know.

Suddenly, an older, yet still breath takingly beautiful woman walked out of the crowd. She too had golden blond hair, and blue eyes, although of a darker shade. Hottie's (her new nickname for the boy) mother perhaps? She looked at her, squinting, as though trying to read her. Before turning back to the crowd and speaking quietly. Gina got a lot of sympathetic looks, which was slightly comforting. The woman walked towards me warily, before taking my wrist in her hands, and leading me through the woods. The party of hunters (because that's all Gina could guess they were, what with the aforementioned pointy spears and all) followed the woman.

The lady took Gina in the direction of Gina's camp, and a wave of relief washed over her. Thy knew where her camp was! They know where her family is!

Of couse she was not expecting when she really was brought to.

Sizeable tents littered the area. There were people scurrying around, arms piled high with things such as baskets of berries and herbs and plants, and tighter woven baskets filled with water. A man was walking by, some dead birds and other small animals slung over his shoulder. There must be a feast or something going on tonight, Gina though in passing, before her brain caught up with her and the colour drained from her face.

What the HELL is going on here?!?!