Sadly, I do not own any characters from Dragonheart…but I wish I owned Draco! Everything else is mine though, so no lawsuits or plagiarism, please.

Chapter Two

Sunlight, frighteningly bright; shined unyieldingly onto my face. I groaned inwardly, knowing that sunlight meant morning and morning meant waking up. I rubbed my eyes and gazed around incoherently, my eyes finally stopping to rest on my bag. It was a purely habitual, like one looking to check the time on their watch. I grabbed my bag and stumbled to my feet, looking for the little path that would lead me out of the woods. I had no intention of going home…but I also had no intention of staying amongst the trees. Even if I am a witch, trees do become tedious after a while.

After long minutes of diligent searching the path was not to be found. Okay, okay, I told myself. No need to worry. Just go in the direction you came. You'll find your way out. After all, the path was pretty well covered with overgrowth. This is no problem. At least, not a major one. So I went back the way I came. And I did find my way out…hours after I started! Not only that, but where I would have come out on a dirt road, I came out to a beautiful, green, open plain. Unpolluted and free of the negative energy I was always feeling when I called out to the Elements. The air, the land…everything was pure! So pure!

I'm not home.

Where am I?

Oh, Jupiter….

I took this information in slowly at first…then it all hit me like a ton of bricks that had fallen out of the sky. I wasn't home!

"Oh no, oh no, oh no…." I ran in circles babbling like an idiot, hands clutching my head trying to rack my brains for the impossible answer I sought. I had wished for this right? I yearned for freedom, for happiness…then what about my "stardom?" Would I be receiving that anytime soon too? Holy freakin' crap!

"My magic did this. But…I shouldn't even be able to this! Who can transport themselves away from home to the stars only know where! Oh shit—!" I tripped over a rock. And landed flat on my face.

I snarled and let out a curse as I hauled myself to my feet. Dusting myself off I made a mental note to avoid rocks and other things that could lead to another episode of dirt munching.

I sighed at my "good fortune" of likely stranding myself in this unfamiliar place. How would I ever get back? Would I ever want to leave if faced with the choice? The place has got its perks. It's quiet, undisturbed. Pretty. A girl could get used to it. But I definitely did not mean to bring myself here. Hell, I had no idea that leaving home could be so easy…I'd had left much earlier…with a destination in mind.

I laughed at my silliness. Why worry now? I was free! This simple joy filled my heart. Forget stardom. This is what I really wanted in the end. Freedom, I thought to myself, freedom…which leads to happiness in the end, right? Strange how a situation can change one's priorities so quickly.

Smiling, I opened my arms to welcome the warm rays of the sun. I spun myself around in a frenzy until the landscape became nothing but a blur. I could feel myself getting hot. Too hot. I passed out before I could stop.

I was rudely awakened by a painful instant where someone's boot connected with my right side. I looked up, but I was blinded by sunlight. All I could see was that my assailant was tall…whoever it was. I let out a snarl and made a grab for the foot I planned on ripping out of whoever's body it was attached to. When I missed—and was kicked again—I flew into one of my notorious rages.

"Who the f--!" The stranger reached down and snatched me up by the shoulder without any effort. I found myself staring into the seemingly unending depths of a man's dark blue eyes. Eyes as dark as a stormy sky. I was speechless—captivated. But I was soon pulled out of my increasing fascination…

"What are you, some sort of faerie?" Huh?

"Huh?" Yes, very intelligent.

The stranger repeated his question. I glared at him. "No, dimwit, I'm a friggin' witch. Understood? Don't ever confuse me with a faerie. Do I look like I'm only six inches tall? Do I have wings? No, I do not…and Grief," I said, noticing his medieval attire, "What the Hell are you supposed to be? A knight?"

I was harshly pushed away at this point. The look I saw in the man's eyes was most definitely fear. Oh no…. Could it really be? Fuck….

"Witch." The man whispered. "No small wonder why you look so…strange." My eye twitched. Ooh, now he had a reason to fear me.

"Strange? Strange! What do you mean strange!" The nerve of him! A complete stranger, telling me I looked strange! Look in the mirror, Bozo! "How dare you have the audacity to say something like that to me!" The man looked like he wanted to bolt. Good. I actually expected him to run, but instead he knelt down before me. I think my jaw hit the ground.

"Take no offense, Lady Witch, for I meant none." Lady Witch? You've got to be kidding me. "But it's that your features are so…different."

"Different?" Okay, now I was really confused. What did my looks have to do with anything?

"Your hair, your eyes, your clothes."

All of a sudden it clicked. Duh! I thought, Of course. This must be sometime in Medieval Europe. There weren't any chicks running around in jeans and t-shirts. Especially chicks with long black hair and super dark brown eyes! "Oh, I think I get it. Well, for your information, I'm half Irish and half Korean. That explains the dark features. And the clothes? Well…." I shrugged it off. Hopefully he wouldn't get into it.

"Irish? You're of the Celts?" This seemed like promising information to him. Weirdo. Why would someone get all happy-joy over me being part Irish?

"Er…yes. Something like that." I said, smiling brightly. "My name is Samantha by the way." I held out my hand. At least be friendly, I told myself, you just might make a few allies in this place. When he hesitated, I spoke again. "Don't worry. I don't bite. And I don't cast hexes or curses. I only do good magic. Have no fear." I smiled again.

After what seemed like forever, the man finally took my hand and shook it. He smiled back at me—if a little uneasily. "I am Bowen."

"Well, Bowen, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Samantha?"

"Yes?"

"What is a 'Korean?' "

A/N: lol. I'm so glad that this story is being so well received. If you see any mistakes or if it seems a little rushed, don't hesitate to let me know, alright? I'll gladly fix it. It's just that the ideas are practically trying to burst out of my brain before I can even make sense of it all. Thanks for the reviews so far! I really appreciate it!