Author's Note: Hey Yall its great to be back, even though I haven't been gone that long. Thanks to Zinka17 and flowerpower71 for your smurfy reviews. Anywho do ya know what today is? Its National Make a Sandwich Day.

Grouchy: I hate national days! But I like Aralyn's sandwiches. *munch munch munch*

Peewit: Hey how come he gets offered a sandwich and I don't?

Aralyn: Cuz you ate all the ones I made earlier and never asked if you could eat them, so there!

Johan: Fighting does not solve anything, now Aralyn don't you have something to say to our readers?

Aralyn: Huh? Oh yeah, I don't own the smurfs, Johan, or Peewit, they all belong to Peyo, but please review!

Peewit: So are we going to find out who this girl is? How is this somewhat of a cliffhanger going to play out? And when am I going to get something to eat?

Aralyn, Johan, and Peewit: Enjoy!

Adventure in an Alternate Reality

"WHO ARE YOU, WHAT HAPPENED TO ME, AND WHERE THE HECK AM I?"

Johan and Peewit, still half asleep, didn't know what was going on or for that matter what to do about it. The two teens looked in the direction of the hysterical, shrieking voice.

The source of the voice was, of course, the girl that the smurfs had found on the previous day and now that she was up the boys could get a better look at her. She was short, a few inches shorter than Johan, she had stunning blue eyes that at the moment were filled with fear and confusion but what surprised them the most was the way that she was dressed.

Papa Smurf was right she couldn't have been from around here, no one anywhere near here dressed the way she did. The girl's outfit consisted of a bright blue shirt, the color of which the boys had never seen in a fabric not even on royalty, strange grey blue pants, made of a fabric that they had never seen before, and oddly shaped shoes made of the weirdest materials.

However odd the girl herself was, Johan and Peewit had no time to dwell on that matter for the young female had raced into action. She ran towards Bayard and tried to mount him, only to have the white steed rear and refuse to take her as a rider. Then reaching towards the frantic horse the girl grabbed Johan's sword that he had left there and with one swift movement she had taken it out of its sheath and was pointing it at what she assumed were her kidnapers.

"I'll say is again," she said slowly "Who are you? What happened? And where the heck am I?"

When neither of the teens responded she went on, "If you don't answer me I-I will use this." While lifting the young squire's sword over her head, ready to swing.

"Wait m'lady" Johan dared to say "Would you listen to our explanation before you choose to do something that I am sure you will regret later on."

The girl, not exactly sure what to think, lowered the sword and with a questioning glance, "Alright… I'll listen. But try any funny business and I swear I'll use this sword to put you in your place."

The young squire nodded his head and slowly sat down on the ground in order to assure the frightened teen that he was not going to try to move towards her anytime soon. "Well," he began, "We were not the ones who found you, a handful of our friends did." Johan could here Peewit snickering at his choice of words. "You see our friends found you early yesterday and they did the best they could to help you but they asked us to watch over you because we were more able to take care of you.

"And what precisely would make you more able to take care of me that your friends?"

Without thinking Peewit decided to put in his two cents, "Well that because we-"only to be cut off by Johan slapping his hand over the midget's loose mouth.

"Because," the squire said, "we were more well stocked with provisions than they were and they were sure that you would be more comfortable with us in your company rather than them."

"Alright I'll buy that for now, but if you're feeding me a bunch of lies then I mean it when I say that you'll pay dearly for deception."

It was then that the girl had calmed down enough to actually observe the two boys before her. The first one, the one who decided to explain the situation to her, was the taller of the two; he had jet black hair, calm yet energetic eyes, the other who had spoken out of turn, was shorter, much shorter, with bright yellow-gold hair, a large round nose, and huge curious eyes.

But the thing that really stood out to the girl was what these boys were wearing, to her it looked like they had just stepped out of a medieval time fair or a fairy tales book. Sarcastically she commented on their clothing style,

"What's with the clothes, did ya jump right out of the middle ages? Ha, next you'll be telling me that your and a mission from the King and that the Princess is in danger."

Both boys stared at her with shock and confusion, how did she know that they were on a mission from the King, and what is the middle ages? "M'lady, this is how we normally dress, and yes we are on a mission from the King, but as far as I know the Princess is safe and sound inside the castle."

"Wait you guys are serious, no it can't be…" the girl started mumbling to herself, something about a truck and being in a coma.

"Please," asked Johan "would you tell us what happened to you before all this took place." The girl's attention came back to them "Uh... sure… I guess I could. You see my father, he never really liked me he always liked my brother; he never even wanted another kid let alone a daughter. He used to hit me, and he had my bother join in on the violence too, but I had had enough so I packed up what I could, took all my money out of my savings and wandered across the country, earning money however I could. After a while I just didn't care anymore and had given up hope on finding a place where people would accept me and the next thing I knew I was in the middle of the street with a truck heading towards me then everything went black, and the next thing after that I wake up out here, and the whole thing we just went through is ancient history now."

"Wait," piped up Peewit, "what's a truck?"

"A truck? Well in way I guess it's like a wagon, a large metal wagon that can move without the use of horses."

"Sounds like magic if you ask me." "Oh no we don't have magic where I come from, we use science. And before you ask I don't know how to explain science, it's just something I know about."

Johan was quiet, he couldn't believe what this girl had been through, how a father could treat his own child like that, "Well miss, if I ever meet this nave of a father I swear on my honor as a squire that he will face both my wrath and my steel. Speaking of which I could please have my sword back, I do kind of need it."

The girl was slightly startled at the request for his sword, and she looked like she wanted to give it back but she still wanted it in case she needed to protect herself. Though when she thought about it these boys didn't seem so dangerous anymore. The squire noticed her hesitation and reached into his bag; slowly he pulled out a dagger and offered it out with the hilt towards her. The girl watched with caution and then traded the sword for the small dagger.

"Very well, all's settled, now m'lady would you be so kind as to come with us to the castle?"

"Would it make a difference if I said no?" "Yes it would," chirped the blonde haired jester, "If you said yes you would come willingly to the castle, if you said no then you would be brought kicking and screaming to the castle."

"Peewit, don't talk like that."

Suddenly the girl bursts into laughter, "Peewit, is the honestly his name, Peewit?"

"Yes, Peewit the court musician, at your service." "And I am Johan squire to the King. Now if you don't mind we must be on our way." "Yes," the girl managed to get out between suppressed giggles, "lets. Wait where is my bag; I had it with me before." "You mean this bag?" asked Peewit as he drug a worn suitcase out from under a group of shrubs. "Yes that's it!" immediately the girl took the bag and tugged at it so that it had two straps on it, and then she slung it over her back and put an arm through each strap.

"Ok, let's get going." With that the three teens walked towards Bayard and Biquette. Peewit got on his goat without a moment's notice but the girl hesitated. "We're …um…riding?" she asked feebly. "Yes, have you never ridden before?" "No…no I haven't." "Well then m'lady you made ride with me." Johan offered, "I don't know…" "I promise that I won't let you fall…" and with that said Johan helped the girl mount Bayard and he then mounted so that he was sitting in front of her.

Once Bayard started to move the girl franticly put her arms around Johan's waist and held on as if her life were at stake.

Looking back Johan said, "By the way, what's your name?"

"My name is Aralyn."

Aralyn: Ha who-da thunk it was me hmmm?

Peewit: Well I think its narcissistic.

Aralyn: Don't make me call the ogre that takes your cheese.

Johan: Oh you two are hopeless.

Aralyn: No we are not, your just jealous that we are such good friends that we can pick at each other like that and you're not involved. Any way thanks for reading people and don't forget to make your self a sandwich today. Mine are Greedy approved! Review!