Nat and I had come to a silent pact of some sort. I wouldn't bother him about what happened to his squad and he in turn wouldn't bother me about the weapons I had found lying oh so casually in the forest.

Nat had told me not five minutes ago that we would spend the night in an inn tonight instead of in the open air. I didn't know what I should think about this. I mean I was already having trouble acting a little like a girl that comes from this century, but like everything else I try, I failed miserably.

Did I mention yet that Nat would just not stop bothering me about how I had ended up in the forest? He had barely given me enough time to think of a good story I could feed him. Unfortunately he didn't seem to be buying any of the stories I had been telling him. So we ended up having a big fight over it yesterday night. I sighed remembering what had happened. It was far from pleasant.

" Fee" I heard Nat whisper to me from the other side of the campfire where he was lying in his makeshift bedroll. (I had told him I would be fine sleeping in a make shift bedroll, but he said that it was only proper that he should be the one to sleep in it not me. When I had asked him why he had just looked at me like I was mad. (He tends to do that a lot) After that I decided to leave the subject alone.)

" Hmmmm" I answered sleepily.

" Can I ask you something?"

" Sure" I said getting up onto one elbow, I had the feeling I needed to be as awake as possible to be able to answer him. And boy was I right. Let me just give you one hint girls. Feminine intuition is always right, so listen to it.

" Where did you come from, and how did you get here?"

How was I supposed to answer that question. I mean I couldn't just go I come from a place called the 21st century where we have cars, computers, telephones and running water! Could I? So instead I answered in almost a whisper.

" I come from a land far far away" it's the truth in a way so its not like I was lying right? Right " and I don't know how I ended up here." That last comment was the complete truth. I didn't (still don't) have a clue. But unfortunately these answers weren't the ones Nat wanted to hear.

We ended up having a really big fight and him stomping off to god knows where only to return a little before dawn. I would know this because I stayed up all night listing for his return. Lame I know but who can blame a girl for becoming attached her only travelling companion (other then a horse) for the past week? No one.

Since then we hadn't said a word to each other, other then Nat telling me we were approaching civilization. Thank god we were though because it would be wonderful to be clean again. If you looked at me as I am now you would most probably mistake my normally golden hair for brown just like everything else about me. Nat was no better, only his horse seemed to have escaped becoming brown, and having leaves stuck on his shiny coat.

Listen to me I'm envying a horse, what is wrong with me. A lot actually, too much for my liking, but there is absolutely nothing I can do about that now. Now stop stressing yourself out, I instructed myself, think positive and STOP being such a pessimist! I tried, really I did, and it worked, up until the point when I hit my head on a branch and tripped over a tree root.

You know when you watch movies back in time, and they make all the little towns and villages look so welcoming and perfect, well they are so wrong. The first thing I noticed was that the village where anything but that. They were noisy and there were so many people I didn't understand how they could all fit in such a small place.

I was following Nat, who still wasn't talking to me, until we arrived to what I assumed was an inn. " Halleluiah" I said out load, a littler loader then I intended to. Nat turned around and looked at me strangely (what else was new?) he opened his mouth to say something when someone pinched me in my butt…hard.

Spinning around I came face to face with the second ugliest man I had ever seen. The first being the bandit that Nat had killed.

He was smiling, and apparently like most of the other men in this era, had never heard of using a toothbrush. Seriously, it was just….Gross is the only word I can think of.

" Eey, what's a beautiful girl like doing you dressing like a man," slurred the man, he was drunk, you could have smelled him from a mile away. " not that I mind little missy, just looking at those legs and arms… yummy"

I don't know why I did it. I mean I have thought about hitting people often enough, especially obnoxious males (being about 90 of the male population on this earth) but I have never ever done it before.

It might have been lack the off sleep, the fact that the man was not looking at me while speaking but at my rack, or just because I was amazingly pissed at the world. But gathering all my strength I backhanded the drunken man so hard that he stumbled, tripped over his own feet and fell. Stepping over him I attempted to walk right past Nat into the inn when he grabbed my arm.

" Why the hell did you have to do that, he was perfectly harmless, this is just going to cause more trouble you know!" He screamed at me.

" I had to do that because the man was about 2 seconds away from kissing me, and I do not like my private space invaded." I responded in a cold voice, that would have frozen ice. Do they have ice-cream in this area. Why was I thinking about ice-cream at a time like this?

Anyway back to the present it was true enough that I didn't like my personal space invaded. I am absolutely not a touchy person, and I have to trust people a lot before I willingly hug them or let them hug me. You might have guessed that this often causes problems where guys where involved.

" You didn't have to go hit him, I mean it would never have happened had you been dressed properly' Nat replied not just annoyed but angry too.

I did not dignify this statement with an answer. Instead I just stared at him (bending my neck back because he was so damn tall) and yanked my arm out of his grip, spun around on my heel and marched away from the town back to the forest I had come from.

When I was sure I was far enough away from Nat that he couldn't hear or properly see me, I broke down. I never ever cry but just like that it was all too much. I had lost everything I had ever known, been insulted, leered at, made fun off, and been told I was a fairy.

Ironically enough though I had always felt lonely and that I didn't completely belong. I had wished feverishly day after day that I would live in my own little fairy tale, fall in love and live happily ever after.

But here in god knows what century I felt even worse then before. I decided there and then that I was going to end up like The Little Mermaid, heartbroken and changed into sea foam by sun down. Well maybe not see foam but definitely dead.

Continuing with these cheery thought I grabbed my bow and a single arrow and aimed at the nearest tree. Pulling back my arm as far as I could I shot the arrow, it hit the tree hard enough but it didn't satisfy my need to hit something or someone… like Nat. Sighing I dropped the bow and picked up my wooden staff which I had dropped earlier. Clutching it tightly in both hands I started hitting away.

Aiming constantly for the same spot on the bark of a big oak. Imagining every person I had ever hated (sorry that wasn't the proper thing for a lady to say let me refrain that) imagining every person I had ever strongly disliked.

When my anger finally died, I just felt so ugh! It was fast becoming sun down. Sitting down on a fallen tree I smiled an empty smile. "Just a couple of more minutes before I will become sea foam" I told myself softly.