Maeve awoke face down on a stone floor. Everything felt wrong, her head had a fierce ache that seemed to echo all throughout her body. She rolled

over and found herself face to face with wide staring eyes. She scrambled up and stood up too fast causing her to come back down onto her knees.

Once her head had stopped spinning, she examined her surroundings more clearly. The room looked like a small basement, all cobble and wood

panelling… and candles? Some sort of strange writing was scribbled into the cobble in what looked like white chalk. She looked around for a light

switch, and noticed that not only did none exist, but no power outlets were around either. Finally her eyes rested on where she had lain before. The

eyes she had been looking at belonged to a lady in heavy old-fashioned skirts with puff sleeves and a cloak discarded next to her. Her hair was

pinned up and hidden under a small veil. Unusual as this was, what made Maeve retch in the corner was the fact that she was dead. She felt panic

build up in her chest. Where was she? Her memories up the this point were hazy. She had been cooking dinner? She looked at her watch and saw

the face had cracked and the electronics inside didn't even respond to the power button. She crossed the room, skirting far around the women on

the ground and pulled open black cloth curtains that covered a tiny barred window at the top of the room. Outside, she could see that she was

clearly level with the street. What made her head swim once again was that all she saw were people in the same old fashioned clothes, and horses

pulling carriages, as well as what looked like armed guards patrolling the streets. She looked down at her own leggings, t-shirt, watch, and converse

and knew that she was the one that would stand out. She paced across the room and looked at the body before her. The girl was about the same

height and build as Maeve. Grimly, she unlaced the back of the woman's dress only to find that she seemed to be wearing another one underneath

as well. Slowly Maeve managed to strip all the clothing away until the dead woman was left in only what looked like her undergarments. She gently

covered the girl with the discarded cloak. Maeve began to undress down to her sports bra and underwear, and attempted to figure out the

complicated dress. The woman turned out to be slightly more buxom than Maeve and so the dress, already sporting a low ruffled neckline, was

barely covering Maeve at all, exposing some of her modern underwear.

"Shit."

She attempted to add the corset looking garment to the underdress, only to discover that she had no knowledge of how to lace it properly. She felt

tears welling up and once again found herself wondering where she was, and most importantly, what year was it? She caught a glimpse of herself in

a cracked dirty mirror shoved in the corner of the room. She looked a mess. The dress was too short, revealing her ankles and converse, and the

waist, not properly secured by the corset was folded and bunched. Her hair, unlike the delicate undo the woman seemed to have, was up in a

ponytail tied with a pink scrunchie. She made a decision and picked up the long cloak off of the woman's body trying not to look at her face. The

cloak somehow managed to wrap around her and she pulled the hood up concealing her hair. She headed to the door and stopped, her eye catching

on some open journals with tiny precise handwriting covering the pages.

Karina Chemeles Midsummer Solstice

The Summoning spell has been draining. It is apparent to me that there are many more worlds than I had anticipated, and finding the one that contained what I was looking for has been difficult. However, I have found a suitable candidate from a far more advanced world. From what I have read, the spell has never been down successfully, I aim to be the first. This candidate should arrive with knowledge that will help me advance in my mission and as a new source of unbridled power for me to tap.

Maeve looked up from reading the page, and decided to take the book, as well as the leather satchel beside it.

It was time to leave before someone came and discovered the body, of who she assumed was this Karina, and she was forced to give explanations

of which she didn't have.