1 - Niera
A lone figure stood braced against the billowing winds that now swept small patches of sand to and fro, sand that stretched onwards till it met up with the everchanging hue of the ocean a good mile ahead.
The figure was small, with a deep stocky build, well muscled arms and legs stood out in a lean though rounded body.
Niera pushed one hand forward to chase away the locks of dark curls that sprang annoyingly into her sight. Her steel-gray eyes, almost matching the colour of the ocean ahead, flickered restlessly, moving over the horizon to scan the beaches below the high dune she was perched upon.
Various thoughts were suspended motionless in her mind. For the moment she was bottling everything out, just seeing anything else around her, blocking out any mental processing, open only to feeling. One thought pushed it's way determinedly forward, intent upon Niera's attention. It's contents bringing a worried sort of frown to Niera's high boned face.
It would be so easy to forget, to forget who she really was, where she had come from. It had been over a year since Niera had stepped from her dream world into the very-much-real world some two-thousand-nine-hundred years in, what Niera thought, the past.
Why had it been Troy? Why this time? Those questions still probed and pushed, refusing to be ignored, but now... Now they were fading, somewhat. Niera was startled to find how easily the memories from her past life were pushed into a black and white existence, they were still there, true but... Once again Niera's face clouded over. Everything had happened so fast, for the first few months she had been convinced she was still dreaming in some bizarre way, but now...
No, there could be no questioning the acute 'realness' of her life now, her surroundings. How odd it was that she should come back now, exactly upon the brink of what she knew to be The Trojan War.