A/N: This is actually an important authors note, but it will be put at the bottom of this chapter for convenience.


As the world around Wit began to take form once again, the girl became aware of a large number of people around her.

She held Laura close to herself, and the puppy stayed still. Last time Wit had been to another world, she had been confused and irritated. Now, she was irritated a little more, but as no-one was paying her any mind, there was no way she could have properly expressed her irritation anyway.

Also, there was soon something that took her mind off of her irritation, and struck curiosity in her.

Everyone was wearing armor.

There were a lot more than a hundred armored men here, the numbers of them nearer a hundred and fifty. Wit guessed they were knights, as they had elaborate helmets and insignias of dragons and lions on their chests. They were all lined up in a rather military-like fashion, and a few of them held the reigns of fiery steeds. The sheaths of swords shone brightly at the hip of every man here, and a few of them had their hands near the hilts of their swords, as if about to attack something.

Overall, it was quite intimidating.

Especially for a four-foot-eight-inch fifteen-year-old girl holding a puppy.

However, Wit's panic about the army around her ebbed away as she saw that they were all staring intently at something on the ground. It was a few meters in front of her, so Wit began to weave her way around the knights towards whatever it was. They didn't seem to mind. Rather, they didn't seem to notice.

When Wit had found her way through the forest of people, she looked down and saw what appeared to be a giant puddle of...egg white?

Wit frowned. That couldn't be right. Looking around some more, she saw evidence to the contrary. A giant golden yolk sat sadly in the middle of the puddle, and nearby were what appeared to be shards of egg shell.

There was a large portion of egg shell nearby to the mess, as well, and Wit tilted her head to one side when she saw what appeared to be a face.

She was right. It was definitely a face. A face that had closed its eyes in fear and its mouth was open in a scream that no longer came.

Wit stepped back as someone came forth, and her eyes widened when she saw that the person who had passed her appeared to be a king. He crouched down next to the puddle, appearing to examine it, then shook his head.

Around Wit, the gathering of knights let out a collective sad sigh, and turned away.

The king stood up, shoulders drooping, and turned away as well. As he passed Wit by, he looked at her, the first of these strange characters to notice her. He offered her a smile, and patted her on the shoulder in what must have been a reassuring way, then continued walking.

Wit blinked, looking from the sad king and his men to the remains of a giant egg on the ground next to a giant wall.

Laura began to squirm around again, and as Wit was fading away she finally put two and two together. She smiled slightly to herself as she remembered the old nursery rhyme.

'Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

Four-score men and four-score more,

Could not make Humpty Dumpty where he was before.'


A/N: Well, that was an actual filler-chapter. I wrote it for two reasons.

A) I had the idea bouncing around in my head for a while.

B) I need to get your guys' attention so that I can ask more of you to vote in my poll. I can't start writing the next real chapter until I have more than three votes on which universe Wit (and possibly others) should go to.

Link to poll is here: www . easypolls poll . html ?p = 50bab284e4b0be35bc3c10f3

(without the spaces)

So yeah.

I actually adapted two different versions of 'Humpty Dumpty' for this chapter. They can both be found on the Wikipedia page for Humpty Dumpty. For convenience's sake, I shall put them both here:

'Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

All the kings horses and all the king's men,

Couldn't put Humpty together again.'

and

'Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

Four-score men and four-score more,

Could not make Humpty Dumpty where he was before.'