Discliamer: If its recognizable I don't own it :'( All I own is Morgana and the plot!
Chapter 1
APOV
Well that was fun...Not! Was my first thought as I gained consciousness, opening my eyes and sitting up. "Holy Fuck! Where in Salazar's name am I?" I looked around and saw nothing but desert. I let my magic flow out from my core, searching for the familiar entities of my life. I found nothing. "Shit, I take it back I don't want to know where I am; I want to know when I am!" I withdrew my magic and stood up, looking from left to right.
"Ok, well it's just getting light, and there's smoke and a light flickering from the right. I'll go that way." Now I was tremendously glad for my paranoia left over from the war. At least I had everything I would ever need on me. I contemplated walking, but simply silenced myself and apparated towards the fire. I appeared behind the rocky outcrop that was concealing the camp, I lay on top of the rock, watching the men in the camp and allowing my magic to change my clothes into the same thing they were wearing. I listened to what they were saying and picked up the accent, Great it had to be that one didn't it!
I slid down the rock and chose then to make myself known, walking around the boulder, "Excuse me gentlemen, y'all wouldn't be able to tell me where I am would you?" I asked timidly, looking at my boots, letting the one accent I never wanted to use again creep into my voice. "Well now Darlin', you're in Texas. How did a purty little thang like you end up out here?" One of them answered, leering at me. "I don't really remember, all I know is that I sure as hell ain't in Louisiana anymore. You boys couldn't tell me what year it is could you?" They looked at me like I was mad, maybe I was.
"1863 Sugar." Fuck! He would have to put me in the middle of another fucking war zone! "Thanks Boys." I quickly stunned them with a flick of my wrist and took two pistols and two rifles from their little stash, as well as enough ammo to last me a while. I saddled up one of the larger horses and seeing the sun rising in the sky, took a Stetson, plonked it on my head, mounted the horse and rode away.
I had been riding west for a good portion of the day when I heard gunshots and saw a large black shape coming towards me through the haze. I then realised that the shape was a rider-less horse galloping my way, carrying what looked to be supplies and spare ammo. I rode alongside the horse, grabbing the reigns and pulling it to a halt, before turning it to head back the way it came.
I was riding alongside a rocky outcrop when I heard men shouting, "You just had to let that fuckin' horse go didn't ya!" came one voice followed by a meek, "Sorry Major Whitlock, sir, but I couldn't hold him!" I waited for a reply, but I only heard something growling. I quickly jumped down and anchored the horses to a nearby rock with my magic. I grabbed the nearest pistol, checked it was loaded, pulled my hat down and carefully rounded the corner, hearing, "Major are you crazy? You can't take on coyotes bare handed!"
I peered around the last boulder at the man who was standing in front of the cornered troop. He was tall, maybe about 6" 3 and had blonde, curly hair that was almost to his shoulders. And what a fine pair of shoulders they were and those muscles... No Behave Morgana! I watched as he crouched down preparing to face the growling coyotes in front of him. I quickly raised the pistol, took aim and fired just as the coyote at the front leapt for the man.
Both the men and the coyotes turned to find the source of the gun shot. The men stood still, while the coyotes came for me, Perfect, just like what Uncle Troy showed you. Remember girl, Breathe and Shoot. Which is exactly what I did. I shot the four remaining animals in quick succession, before clicking the safety on and walking back around the boulder towards the horses, Let them follow me.
I heard footsteps behind me and waited next to my horse. "Thank you, Stranger. Can I ask for a name?" I turned to see the blonde talking to me, "You can ask, but I can't guarantee that I'll tell you." I replied smirking slightly at the looks of shock, clearly they were expecting a man. "Well ma'am, my name is Major Jasper Whitlock and I want to thank you for saving me and my men. And apparently returning our horse."
I smiled and took pity on him, "You're quite welcome Major, My name is Morgana Raven, but please call me Ana." He smiled back and nodded his head, "Now please don't take offense Morgana, but would you allow my men and I to escort you safely to where ever it is you are going?" My smile faltered, Shit! How do I explain this?
