Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except David.
Intro: I am David Matts. What I am about to write down, you can only dream of. Or perhaps it is your worst nightmare. For me it was the strangest, scariest, most beautiful experience ever.
I'll start by telling you a little about myself. I'm just your average no nonsense guy. At the time I must have been 21. I had always been fascinated by legends of old times(think King Arthur and his knights of the round table). I had even managed to get my hands on two authentic daggers and in my free time I practiced in a forest near my house. And I had created a belt so I could wear them everywhere I went after work.
The only strange thing was how I actually got the daggers. They came with the mail in an old box and with a note: 'Take care of these for one day they will come in handy.' There was no sender mentioned.
I should have known something weird was going on, but in my excitement I thought nothing more of the note and continued life, but now I used every free moment to practise.
Until that fateful day two months later……
It was in the late afternoon and I was in the forest practising my moves. I had a dagger in each hand and with my left I thrust forward, spun and thrived the right in the back of my 'enemy'.
"Double Take," I whispered.
I assumed my begin stance and began my next move. Suddenly I was hit hard in the back, I doubled over, gasping for air. Then the same person kicked my legs out from under me. I fell down on my side, still trying to catch my breath. Breathing heavily I looked up as my attacker now stood over me. The impact had made my vision blurred. I could only make out the sun reflecting on what looked like a sword.
I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up I was still in the forest. At first nothing seemed out of the ordinary except for my pounding headache. I sat up and waited for my eyes to focus as I was still a bit dizzy. That was when I noticed the huge difference in clothes. Instead of my usual black sleeveless t-shirt, I was now clad in black armour and black gloves decorated with silver tribal markings. I still wore my jeans, but instead of my sneakers I wore some kind of medieval boots. Around my waist I wore a broad leather belt, broken up with chain links and two sheaths. Astounded I rose and admired my new outfit.
"Hell yeah, this looks good," I said in approval.
A few meters further I saw something glittering. I went over and found my daggers lying in the grass, picked them up and sheathed them. I then took a moment to survey my surroundings. It looked like the forest near my house, but as I looked around and around I couldn't make out any houses in the distance, which would have been the case in my own forest. I did see what looked like a path and decided to go down it, to find out where I was.
Author's Note: Well. First chapter up. This is my first go at this and I hope I will do ok. Just review and let me know.