A/N: This one's a little short, but it didn't fit on the end of the second chapter or at the start of the fourth, so I just made it its own chapter. Enjoy! :)


{3} I Get Yelled At.

My favorite part of the morning is getting yelled at by a girl with a sword.

"WHAT! WHY DID YOU DO THAT! YOU IDIOT! YOU MORON!" and countless other obscenities were yelled at me as my eyes fluttered open.

I looked at my surroundings, and, as I remembered, last I checked, I wasn't in a fully marble temple, open plan at all sides, the roof being held up my metre thick marble columns, with a statue of a 10 metre tall women in Greek battle armour with an owl on her shoulder and a spear in her hand, and the surrounding lands outside being dotted in small, closely packed, clusters of buildings, with one larger cluster of buildings at the foot of the hill we were on. Oh yeah, we were on the top of a hill.

The yelling of the girl shook me back to my senses.

"YOU IDIOT! YOU SINGLE BRAINCELL-HAVING DUNCE."

"Hey! Hold on! Where am I? What is this place? What happened?" I shouted at the girl, who was storming up and down, stamping her feet all the way.

"Oh, you want to know what happened!? You? You know what you did?! You just ruined my chances of going on a quest! Aaaand I will probably get banished for bringing an outsider into the city!"

I jumped to my feet, "wait, wait, wait, wait. First of all, what is a quest? and what is any of this! The city? Banished? Outsider? What does any of that even mean?" I stopped for a second, trembling in anger? Confusion? Fear? I didn't know.

The girl's face fell, switching from anger to horror in a matter of moments, as she turned her head, her brown eyes piercing through mine.

"Look, y-you are probably going to die, one way or another, today or tomorrow. Just know I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drag you into this." The girl turned away again, muttering "This is going to be a mess." Under her breath, though I could hear her just fine.

"Wait, what do you me-." My voice was cut off by the sound of an approaching person, no, many approaching people