Cisa woke up with a headache. She stumbled to her feet whilst holding her hand against her head. Not that it'll help lighten up the pain of her headache, but for her, it worked.

'What is that for awful smell?' she hold up her nose and looked around.

Stables.

She was in someone's stables, near the horse shit. 'Well, there was simply not a better place to land.' She muttered to herself.

'Well, well, what do we have here? Tell me young lady, what is your name?' A chubby man came around the corner with a little smile on his face.

'Who are you? Where am I?' She asked him wary.

The chubby man got closer to her. 'I don't wish you harm, girl. I just want to help you. You know, you just fell into the stables of my masters.'

Cisa was still not convinced she could trust this man. 'Who are you?' she asked again.

'I'm Planchet.' He smiled at her.

He doesn't seem a person to be frightened of she thought. She heard Lara's voice inside of her head saying, 'Don't trust a stranger. Never look at the package, it's all about the inside.'

Oh, Lara! Where are you?! She thought by herself. Why is she never there when you need her. Think straight Cisa! Listen to her words, don't trust him.

'Oh my! You are wounded.' The man named Planchet squealed, pointing at her leg. 'No, I'm fine.' Cisa said.

'No, you're not. Let me tend to it.' Before Cisa knew she was hoisted up and was brought inside.

On the other side of the city there played a whole different kind of scene.

Lara was not so lucky as her sister. She fell hard on her butt in the middle of a square.

She stumbled to her feet and faced a young man with blue eyes and shoulder length brown hair.

'Hi.' He said shy. 'Uhm, hi.' Lara replied. 'Can you tell me where I am?' she asked him.

He just stared at her. Lara was feeling very uncomfortably. 'Say something.' She muttered.

The boy heard her and could only think of one thing to say, 'You fell out of the air.' He pointed at her. 'You have magic?' he asked her wary.

'No, I don't. I was on the train with my sister, something happened and now I'm here. I need to find her. Please tell me where I am, so I can find my sister.' She almost pleaded him. 'You're in Paris.' He said.

Paris? That was their destination. Why does everything looks so medieval? 'This is not Paris.' She simply stated and laughed. 'Where have you been in your mind?'

This time it was the boy looking odd. This is Paris he thought. 'You're a strange woman.' He said. 'Well, I see my appointment coming this way. I'm sorry I can't help you any further, you shall have to find your sister yourself.' Actually he was glad he got rid of her. At least he thought.

'Uh, thank you.' She said disbelieving. Lara just stood there, gaping at the boy in front of her.

'There you are. Shall we get to it?' The boy asked a man and pulled a sword. Oh my, a sword! This is definitely not Paris! More like the mid ages!

'So, are you eager to meet your maker?' A man with brown hair and a little beard asked the boy.

'I have other appointments.'

'You'll miss them I'm afraid.'

'Well, I'll try my best to be on time.'

'My seconds.' The man said and pointed next to him where two other man came walking towards them. The whole time Lara just stood there, watching the little show.

'You!' A man called with a black uniform, at least that is what it looked like to Lara, a hat with a feather and a black cape.

'You're fighting this rascal?' The other man asked. He had very short hair, he looked like a fierce fighter to Lara. I don't want to fight him. Actually I don't want to fight any of them.

'My appointments.' The boy pointed at them with his sword.

'How long have you been in Paris?' The man with the brown hair and beard asked the boy. So, this is Paris. Lara thought.

'Arrived this morning.'

'So you have been busy.'

'Patience is not one of my virtues.'

'Well neither are good manners.' Lara took a step forward with her arms crossed glaring daggers at the boy.

'That was my thought as well.' One of the other two man chimed in with Lara.

'Wait for your turn old man.' The boy said again.

'What would you like me to put in your headstone? Little shit?'

'D'Artagnan.' The boy said proudly.

'Wait!' Lara stood now between the three men and the boy named D'Artagnan. 'Isn't it a little bit to overdone to kill this boy.'

'You were the one stating he had no manners!' The fierce man said.

'Well yes, he has not shown them I agree on that. But I don't think it is necessary to kill him for that. He is just a boy.' Lara said hoping she could stop this man from playing with their swords.

'That's not the way we life here, lady.' The man with the hat told her.

'What is your name?'

She looked weary at them. You can't get in trouble for telling them your name, right?'

'Lara.'

'Well, Lara I'm Athos.' The man with the brown hair and beard said.

'This is Porthos.' He pointed at the fierce fighting man.

'And Aramis.' The mysterious man with the hat.

Before Lara could say something the conversation was already be taking over by d'Artagnan.

'The Three Musketeers. I've heard of you. From my father, a Musketeer himself. In fact, i came here to be one of you.'

Musketeer? Where the hell am I?

'I'm afraid you're a little late.' Aramis told him standing with his foot on a little barrel. \

'What happened?' D'Artagnan asked confused.

'Oh, a bad mission. Budget cuts. Cardinal, progress.' Athos told the boy like it was as simple as that.

'Well, if I can't become a Musketeer, I might as well fight one.' D'Artagnan and Athos both readied themselves.

'Oh no, please no fighting.' Lara walked to them but was pulled away by Aramis. 'If you don't want to get hurt during their battle, you'd better sit here.' And he sat her between himself and Porthos.

Where is my sister? I hope she is all right, will she be here to somewhere in this God forgotten place they just keep calling Paris? Will she be even alive? Oh, don't be dramatic Lara! She is fine.

'Halt!'

Lara was startled out of her own thoughts. When she looked up she saw they were surrounded by more man, ready to fight. Oh no! Boys and toys! She thought.