Thank you to my reviewer and new Beta: Lyseth
Disclaimer: Well read the one in the first chapter
Chap. 2: A Strange Land (Dom's POV)
A little background:
Fighting and leading my part of the Own is my life. That was until I was mysteriously translated to this strange land called America. One, storytellers tell strange stories about? This is just a little odd. Okay, so maybe it isn't to some but still.
My appearance in America is a little strange; the Own and I were in the thick of battle when suddenly I was consumed by darkness. A figure suddenly appeared, a goddess of some sort, heavily cloaked. She said she was sending me to one that would help me. Is that even believable? One that knew about me. So know I'm here, in America. With a girl named Jen.
The girl named Jen, pulled me out of the mall. Pulling some sort of object out her bag. Punching a button she lifted it to her ear and talked, "Hey, Rae, Kelsey, a little emergency came up and I had to leave. Sorry!" She then took it away from her ear and hit a button.
"What's that," I questioned.
Jen turned to me and sighed, "It's a cell phone." Pulling it out of her bag she extended I to me. Taking it I examined it before handing it back.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To the barn, to get you proper clothing." She went up to an object that was big and hit a button. "Get in." Go around to the other side I cautiously pulled the handle. The door swung open and I climbed in. Normally this wouldn't be weird, except I knew nothing of what was going on. And I mean nothing.
"Okay, ready?" She smiled and then reached across me. Pulling a black strap over, she fastened it.
"What's this?" I asked fingering the belt. What an odd contraption.
"A seatbelt, so if I wreck we hopefully won't die." She pulled her over and fastened it and then stuck a key in the car. It started to rumble and I jumped. "It's all right."
She then seemingly drove away. As the car moved I stared out the window and smiled. This was faster than any horse for sure. Then we pulled up in front of a building. Opening her door she got out. Going over to the building she pulled back the door, "Well, come on Dom. We don't have all day." Then she walked in. Following her I walked into the building. It was a stable!
"This is Dream and that is Glory." She motioned first to the grey mare in from of her and then to the black mare across the aisle. "Their both show horses. Dream used to be a race-horse, before I bought her."
Then a man sauntered down the aisle, "Hello, Miss Jen. How are you today?" Then he turned to her and smiled, "And who's the man from the Medieval Fair?"
Striding over I spoke, "What did you say? Are you insulting me?" Jen raised her head, "Gus, be gone. You will not be rude to my visitors. If anything major comes up I'll be here." The man walked away and then muttered word under his breath that were not so odd in Tortall. Jen smiled and then muttered back a few choice words before turning to the grey mare.
"I'm sorry about Gus. He doesn't try to be rude." Then she smiled and giggled, "We'll need to get you some new clothes." I groaned at the mention of clothes and then she added, "And a haircut, I think." I reached up and patted my head. Just because The Own didn't have a barber and it was cut short to make it fit under my helm meant nothing.
"Alright, it seems I have no choice." Inside I was cursing the day she was born. Smiling Jen walked over to a phone, "Alright, we have you an appointment with the barber tomorrow."
Disclaimer: Well read the one in the first chapter
Chap. 2: A Strange Land (Dom's POV)
A little background:
Fighting and leading my part of the Own is my life. That was until I was mysteriously translated to this strange land called America. One, storytellers tell strange stories about? This is just a little odd. Okay, so maybe it isn't to some but still.
My appearance in America is a little strange; the Own and I were in the thick of battle when suddenly I was consumed by darkness. A figure suddenly appeared, a goddess of some sort, heavily cloaked. She said she was sending me to one that would help me. Is that even believable? One that knew about me. So know I'm here, in America. With a girl named Jen.
The girl named Jen, pulled me out of the mall. Pulling some sort of object out her bag. Punching a button she lifted it to her ear and talked, "Hey, Rae, Kelsey, a little emergency came up and I had to leave. Sorry!" She then took it away from her ear and hit a button.
"What's that," I questioned.
Jen turned to me and sighed, "It's a cell phone." Pulling it out of her bag she extended I to me. Taking it I examined it before handing it back.
"Where are you taking me?"
"To the barn, to get you proper clothing." She went up to an object that was big and hit a button. "Get in." Go around to the other side I cautiously pulled the handle. The door swung open and I climbed in. Normally this wouldn't be weird, except I knew nothing of what was going on. And I mean nothing.
"Okay, ready?" She smiled and then reached across me. Pulling a black strap over, she fastened it.
"What's this?" I asked fingering the belt. What an odd contraption.
"A seatbelt, so if I wreck we hopefully won't die." She pulled her over and fastened it and then stuck a key in the car. It started to rumble and I jumped. "It's all right."
She then seemingly drove away. As the car moved I stared out the window and smiled. This was faster than any horse for sure. Then we pulled up in front of a building. Opening her door she got out. Going over to the building she pulled back the door, "Well, come on Dom. We don't have all day." Then she walked in. Following her I walked into the building. It was a stable!
"This is Dream and that is Glory." She motioned first to the grey mare in from of her and then to the black mare across the aisle. "Their both show horses. Dream used to be a race-horse, before I bought her."
Then a man sauntered down the aisle, "Hello, Miss Jen. How are you today?" Then he turned to her and smiled, "And who's the man from the Medieval Fair?"
Striding over I spoke, "What did you say? Are you insulting me?" Jen raised her head, "Gus, be gone. You will not be rude to my visitors. If anything major comes up I'll be here." The man walked away and then muttered word under his breath that were not so odd in Tortall. Jen smiled and then muttered back a few choice words before turning to the grey mare.
"I'm sorry about Gus. He doesn't try to be rude." Then she smiled and giggled, "We'll need to get you some new clothes." I groaned at the mention of clothes and then she added, "And a haircut, I think." I reached up and patted my head. Just because The Own didn't have a barber and it was cut short to make it fit under my helm meant nothing.
"Alright, it seems I have no choice." Inside I was cursing the day she was born. Smiling Jen walked over to a phone, "Alright, we have you an appointment with the barber tomorrow."