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Merida groaned, sitting up. She was in the middle of- is this a strawberry field? She furrowed her eyebrows, glancing around her.

She remembered that she was no longer in her time. A witch had sent her here in order to go on a quest. She had been taught everything the people here would think of as normal. She had become extremely adaptable in that short time with the witch. Being introduced to a whole new world in a matter of a week was... trying, to say the least.

She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the strawberries. They didn't have anything like this back home.

Home. That word seemed so foreign, so unfamiliar. The witch had wiped most of her memory, claiming it to be simpler to learn if she forgot all that she knew. Home was far away, she knew. A distant land, way in the past.

Once upon a time, she thought, in a place far, far away, long, long ago, there once was a princess. Her eyes snapped open. That's right. She smiled. She was close to a princess. An age-old princess, a rebellious one as well, but a princess nonetheless. She didn't know who the princess was- had it been her or someone else?- but she knew one very well.

She glanced around her once more, now looking for something to jog her memory. Nothing. But she was intrigued, the place she was in was strange.

A large white house stood nearby, radiating authority. Cabins took their place not far from the bleached structure, each claiming a sort of theme. A few were made of marble. A large stone hall was there as well. Wooden stands took up space to the southwest, and she decided that it must be what the witch called an amphitheater. Stables and a shed were right by the cabins, as well as a dangerous-looking rock wall with lava spewing down it and a field littered with targets and a few arrows. Scattered nearby were some practice wooden swords. A beach was resting just on the edge of what she guessed was a 'camp'. A forest made up another boundary, and a hill with a single tree on it stood behind her. The tree was pine and had a dragon coiled around its trunk, with a golden something sparkling from one of the branches.

Was this the place the witch had mentioned? It must be, Merida mused, if I ended up here.

Merida took another look around her. The camp was... surprisingly deserted. There were no particular signs of life. It seemed..desolate.

That's not right. Merida thought, looking around her. I can sense it. This place has energy and life stored within it. The people must be somewhere else, but this camp is not deserted. This is a home. She closed her eyes, taking in a breath of strawberry-scented air. A home for many.

Her senses had also gotten an upgrade during the week with the witch.

She stood, dusting herself off. She might as well go shoot some targets to clear her mind. She walked to the practice field calmly, her skirt swishing around her ankles familiarly. She caught a glimpse of herself in a piece of glass and nearly tripped over her own feet.

Right. She reminded herself, Hecate changed my looks, just in case. She now had red-brown wavy hair parted to the side, reaching only past her shoulders by a few inches. Her bangs were swept to the side, framing her face. Green eyes with specks of blue gazed back at her. She even noticed that she had two piercings in one ear, four in the other, and a small ring on her nose. Her quiver was strapped to her waist with a leather belt, and another leather belt that overlapped held her sheathed sword. Her bow was slung over her shoulder, and her dress was the same, luckily. She wanted something, anything, to not change, and it looked like her dress was one of the only anchors she had left. Her quiver, bow, and sword were another.

Sorry dear, but that must change as well. Merida heard Hecate coo. Merida glared, whipping around herself.

"Where are you?!" She growled,searching for the old woman.

"Over here." Hecate appeared, but she looked different. Instead of the usual crippled form, she had long brown hair, brown eyes, and looked to be about 20. She had a luminescent dress that clung to her figure and a purple fortune-teller-like shroud with gold edging on.

"Hecate?" Merida asked, peering at the woman.

Hecate laughed. "Yes, it's me. You look plenty different yourself."

"Yeah, I noticed." Merida grumbled.

Hecate smiled happily. "I did well. But the people here wear very different clothing from how you would dress back home."

"Thanks to you, I can barely remember home."

"Yes, yes, but that's not the point. The point is that you have to dress like them as well as speak and act like them. Do you remember English?"

"Yes." Merida answered in English. Although she had become fluent in English, Greek, and Latin (which was an amazing feat for someone like her to accomplish in a week) her home language of Norwegian (apparently what Hecate called it) was still the most comfortable for her to speak in. Merida had also learned bits of French and Spanish, and it was her "homework" to become fluent in those as well. Merida didn't understand the need for being fluent in five new languages, but had proven herself able to do it anyways.

"Good. Here, change into this. You can keep the dress for sentimental reasons, but it must stay hidden. Do you understand?"

"Si. Oui. Yes. ναί. Imo." Merida smiled as she properly answered 'yes' in all the five new languages. "But do I have to get rid of my bow and sword?"

Hecate laughed. "No, you don't." Merida noticed that Hecate was much more carefree like this. "Good job. I must go now, some business to attend to. Change, and then you may do as you wish until the others return."

Merida was about to ask who 'the others' were when Hecate disappeared. "Stupid witch." She grumbled, returning to Norwegian. She changed into the blue jeans, white v-neck t shirt, and green zip-up hoodie Hecate had given her and laced up her riding boots again. She pulled her hair into a ponytail, something she hadn't been able to do with her old mane of curls.

She continued to the practice field. Taking her bow into her hand, she smiled at the familiar feeling of the wood beneath her fingertips. Drawing an arrow to her cheek, she aimed for the target, and the world around her slowed to a stop as she released the arrow. Flying straight and true, it struck the bulls-eye. Merida shot arrow after arrow, slowly moving to get a better shot.

The last target came quickly. It had an arrow already buried in its center, but she ignored it for the most part. Taking a breath, she gazed down the shaft of the arrow, straight to the target. She let go of the arrow and it shot through the air. Hitting the arrow from before, it split the former arrow right down the middle of the shaft, striking into the supporting post.

She was collecting her arrows when she heard a noise. Spinning around, she nocked an arrow, pulling the drawstring to her cheek. She spotted two people, a boy and a girl. Both were wearing jeans, orange t shirts, and sneakers. The boy had green eyes and black hair while the girl had gray eyes and blonde hair. They froze as they spotted her as well.

"Who are you?" The girl asked, hand on her belt. Merida's eyes detected a slight bulge there, most likely a dagger of some sort.

The boy began speaking to the girl in Greek, and Merida understood, although stayed silent. Aiming the arrow at the two, she was trying to figure out who was more of a threat to her. "She must be a demigod as well." The boy said in Greek to the girl next to him. "She might have come into camp while everyone else was protecting against the monsters in the forest."

What the hell is a demigod? And what do they mean by monsters? Merida wondered, pulling the string tighter to her cheek.

Suddenly, Merida's eyes widened, she called out, and loosed the arrow.

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