II: Xenography
Diving into the unknown recesses of the spiraling vortex, the young lady could only shriek in horror as her body separated itself from Reality and vaulted into the abyss of the Void. Careening forward into the swimming ocean of swirling light and sound, the young lady's stomach flipped several degrees, and turned inside-out for good measure.
She screamed again. What was going on? What had happened? It had not been five minutes since she was with her comrades, battling against another wicked monster. These defenders of love and justice had heard of a berserk automaton causing havoc in a nearby park, and had immediately rushed over to meet this dreaded nemesis. A battle ensued, with the five women of justice, ice, love, thunder, and fire squaring off against the wicked machine that dared disturb the serenity of the day.
That battle had been long and hard, but nothing worth mentioning years into the future. This robot, dreadful creature it was, possessed awesome powers and an unusual strength, but even giants had the ability to fall, and this machination was no giant. Its circuits were fried by the stormy one and burned by the fiery one; it crashed to the ground upon being restrained by the lover, and became inoperable from the icy one. Their leader, cowardly and clumsy and brave and sure, destroyed the creature, as was her duty.
But in its destruction, the abomination did not die. Sputtering and coughing like an ancient jalopy, the remains of the beastly machine stood once more to challenge the girls. It had no hope of fighting them, but one trick still remained inside its proverbial sleeve. Summoning its last gigabyte of strength, the robot reached into a cavity and pulled out a magical mirror; its use was unknown until the very last minute.
A beam of light spewed forth from the mirror, and caught one of the girls in its deadly grasp. She screamed, and called for help from her friends. They pulled and yanked on their friend, and a vicious game of tug-of-war ensued. But the four girls did not win this game, for the mirror's magical strength was able to break their hold and pull their friend into its glassy mouth.
She screamed one final time before being lost forever inside the mirror, and with its mission complete, the android exploded in a fiery mushroom of smoke and flames. The mirror it held fell to the grassy ground, and shattered into a dozen pieces upon impact. But it was not just the mirror that broke; any chance of their friend ever returning to Reality had also shattered that day.
Of course, nobody knew this, least of all the unlucky victim. Unaware of what had happened even now, she continued to fall into the darkness, into the swirling spiral of matter, antimatter, chaos, and order. She continued to scream, even though it served no purpose--she was frightened, frightened to death, and had she stayed in that Void of Everything and Nothing, she might truly have been frightened into Death.
To be certain, the young lady did spend much time in the vortex. She must have been plummeting through space, time, and reality for eons, or perhaps seconds--no time existed in this wormhole. But for however long she spent, the journey ended eventually, albeit roughly--that is, once she fell through the vortex between realities, she was spat out onto a hill of green grass, like Jonah from the fish.
For a good period of time, the young lady stayed there on the grassy hill, slowly catching her breath and gathering her senses. What had happened? Where was she? Where was everybody else, and could she return? A hundred-thousand questions ran through her head as she laid there on the hill, but all she could really do was rest and breathe.
A long period of time passed, perhaps an hour, and in this hour, the young lady slowly started to piece together what had happened. One, she and her comrades were fighting a robot in the park. Two, this robot had been destroyed. Three, it produced a mirror from its innards. Four, by possible means of magic, this mirror "grabbed" her and "pulled" her inside this vortex which she had just passed through.
The vortex… She had just been through what appeared to be a fifth-dimensional tear in reality, a Nexus to be more precise. It seemed as if this mirror that the monster possessed had the ability to send somebody from one reality into another--in other words, through a Nexus into another "world", another existence, parallel yet separate from any others. The girl knew that such "worlds" existed--after all, she had been in a few of them when she fought earlier enemies.
Five, she passed through the Nexus between worlds and into this new one. Six, she was now on a hill, and she had no idea where she was--but she would find out.
After going over everything that had transpired, the lady stood up and stretched her weary muscles. No longer was she in the garb of a Sailor Scout; now, she was dressed in her ordinary clothes, the type she used when attending school. This might have (or might not have) been a bad sign for her. Losing one's abilities was… usually not a good thing.
She cast her worries aside for the time being and looked around to examine the world she had been placed in. It was a warm day, just like her "world" had been, but things were obviously different. There were no trees around for miles, and with the exception of the hill she was on, the entire land was completely flat. In the far distance, a mountain range just barely peeked out from behind a veil of mist and fog.
It had occurred to her that, instead of being thrown into another world, the lady had instead been relocated to another section of her "world", like teleportation. She kept this idea a possibility as she stepped down from the hill. Keeping her eyes sharp, a smell hit her nose as she descended, and she easily recognized it as the scent of the sea.
The young woman spent about fifteen minutes walking from the hill to the shore. Upon arriving at the beach, she discovered that she was on some very large island, and to prove her theory, she might have to take a long tour of the place in the near future. Right now, though, she just hoped for some civilization. Being stranded on an island was not a very pleasing idea, especially an island on a foreign world.
The young woman's wish was granted happily as her soft eyes beheld a town in the distance. Upon further examination, this town was very much like one of her own--in fact, the people even spoke and understood the same language! The girl's theory about this being her own world, however, crashed and burned as she wandered through the town.
Though the people did not think anything suspicious about her or her appearance, none of them had ever heard of places she mentioned. Upon asking what seemed to be the local informant, the young lady found out that she truly was in another world, for nobody had ever heard of the country where she lived.
Thanking the people for their help, or perhaps for their lack of suspicion, the girl decided to leave the town and search for other signs of civilization. Although she had money with her, she wasn't sure whether it was the right currency or not, so staying in a hotel to think things over might have been out of the question. So, leaving the town behind, the young lady ventured forth into the unknown.
