Stephanie was shivering cold as she was in Denmark, looking for a museum to get herself out of boredom.
She is wearing a cameo heavy jacket that oddly looked like her sweater, except has a fluffy hood and covering Stephanie's face.
Stephanie's hands were shoved in her jacket's pockets, but you could see she was wearing a pair of black gloves.
She still is wearing her blue jeans and sneakers, except around her neck is a knitted gray and red scarf.
Stephanie continued looking around through Demark, shivering as she rushed to find something to warm her up.
Despite her long hair turned red to keep her body warm, Stephanie was still cold.
Soon, Stephanie gave up looking for the museum that caught her attention and entered a random store.
"Undskyld mig for at komme uventet ind i din butik," Stephanie pardoned herself in Danish. "Jeg-"
"Ja, ja, det ved jeg!" a male's voice sighed from the back of the store. "Du kom ind her for at varme op, ikke?"
Stephanie stopped talking and huffed, taking her scarf off from around her neck.
"Undskyld mig for at fortælle dig," Stephanie huffed as she pushed her hood over her head.
"Tilgiv mig," the male's voice spoke softly, coming out from the back of the store. "Folk i disse dage er kun her for at blive varmet op og ikke købe noget."
Stephanie nodded her head in agreement and said, "Jeg forstår, hvordan det føles at være butiksejer."
The shop owner looked slightly surprised after Stephanie assured him that she understood how that felt, rubbing the back of his head.
"Er du sikker?" he asked. "Du ligner ikke en anstændig butikkejer."
Stephanie chuckled gently and said, "Ja, jeg ser måske ikke ud som en anstændig butikkejer, men jeg var litteraturforfatter da jeg var meget yngre."
The shop owner paused for a moment after Stephanie explained to him, before smiling softly and asked, "Så skal du købe noget? Vi har noget, der er specielt, der er på lager!"
Stephanie perked from what he had said to her, asking, "Hvad er dette 'specielle,' du har på lager?"
The shop owner grinned and walked around the back of the counter, before kneeling down to get something, as Stephanie watched with curiosity.
After a few minutes, the shop owner stood back up from the ground and placed a Viking's helmet on the counter.
It looked worn out and had wings on the sides, but it was fading from age slowly.
On one of the wings, it has a tag that reads '100,000 kr.'
"Whoa!" Stephanie remarked, pointing to the helmet with a finger. "Det er dyrt!"
The shop owner nodded his head and said, "Det er en traditionel familiehjelm! Mine forfædre var romere, da deres venner, der har denne type hjelm, er Gallien!"
"Ho lee chit!" Stephanie remarked. "Det er fantastisk!"
He blushed from Stephanie's remark, and Stephanie thought to herself for a moment and asked, "Må jeg holde det?"
The shop owner paused for a moment after Stephanie asked, before answering, "Ja, men vær forsigtig, den er virkelig gammel og kan let blive beskadiget, hvis du taber den."
Stephanie nodded her head, and the shop owner handed the helmet over to Stephanie.
As soon as the shop owner released his grip on the helmet, Stephanie suddenly blacked out.
Stephanie blinked her eyes after she had blacked out after touching the helmet.
She noticed that she was back outside, in the middle of the forest, and not holding the helmet in her hands.
It was semi-dark outside, but the creepiest thing of all was that the scenery looked like it had come out of the history book after World War Ⅱ.
"What the-?" Stephanie spoke in English before a cold wind blew past her, causing her to shudder and wrap her arms around her skinny body.
She glanced around at the area Stephanie is at, looking confused and wondering where the shop owner is.
'Di-Did that guy tricked me into touching that helmet?' Stephanie thought to herself as she snarled slightly, revealing her sharp canines, before stopping when she realized something. 'Or… wait a minute.'
Then, she smacked her forehead with her hand, groaning to herself.
'It's the same thing again!' Stephanie groaned. 'Maybe I have been tossed past before the cowboy age…'
Then, Stephanie heard something shuffled through the semi-snowcovered greenery from the corner of her eye, causing her to flinch, before being out her claws.
Whatever could be in this forest, could hurt her at any chance.
She wrapped her scarf tightly around her neck and buttoned up her jacket, tucking her hair in her hood, and rearranged everyone that she loosened on her.
Once everything was back in place, Stephanie slowly walked towards what could have made that noise, still having her guard up.
She did not want her identity to be revealed by someone who is not from her time, and everything in the history would be rewritten differently!
Stephanie continued going through the forest, as her feet gently crunched on the snow on the ground, as the trees were almost bare.
Then, she noticed something strange.
Using her left hand that does not have any claws, she felt the bare tree, noticing that it was not even ready for winter.
It was still springtime!
Stephanie felt more and more confused as she glanced around, noticing that there were not even any hints that the animals are hibernating, but more like all disappeared.
As she pushed back a semi-bare bush, Stephanie glanced down at the ground and noticed a footprint was on the ground.
It does not look like Stephanie's shoe print but looked almost like someone else's.
The footprint was smaller than her own, and by how the footsteps lead, it looked like the person or child was stumbling a little, heading deeper into the semi-dark and snow-covered forest.
A gut-wrenching feeling was in Stephanie's stomach when she slowly pieced the pieces together.
Someone or something must have been injured in the forest by something, or could be frozen stiff without any winter gear on!
Sheathing her claws, Stephanie ran as fast as she could, searching for the man, woman, or being that was left outside to freeze.
Stephanie ran past frozen bushes, crunched through the snow, and ducked underneath low hanging branches.
After a few minutes of running, Stephanie finally reached the area where the semi-covered shoeprints led, seeing a bush.
Confused, Stephanie brought her claws out again and inched towards the bush, preparing herself for the surprise attack.
Once she was close to the bush, Stephanie reached over for it with her left gloved hand, as the other had her claws out for attack.
Grabbing a bush, Stephanie slowly pulled it back to see what could be inside it but stopped when she was astonished at who was inside.
It was a small, young man.
He wears a no sleeved black shirt, with a green belt around his waist with three small gold plates, red pants, and brown shoes.
On top of his head is a very identical winged helmet that Stephanie had seen before.
Attached to his belt is a small sword with a bottle.
He has short blonde hair with a mustache, brown eyes, and his skin color was fair, but since it was cold outside, his skin was red.
Stephanie felt sorry for the little guy, nervously biting the bottom of her lip as she retracted her claws.
"Hey," she softly spoke, reaching over to him with both of her hands. "Hey, look at me."
He did as she told and tried to glance over at Stephanie from where he was.
But he was so weak he only glanced over at her with his eyes.
"Who…" he softly spoke between shivers. "Who are y-you?"
Stephanie gently picked him up from the ground and glanced around for anyone else.
"Don't talk too much," Stephanie assured him.
Then, she placed him back down on the ground in front of her.
He stayed quiet as she took off her scarf and wrapped it around his neck.
She repeated with her jacket, revealing her cybernetic half and only left with her long-sleeved shirt.
Stephanie tied the bottom, and the sleeves of her sweater to not get any colder inside to make him colder but left his head out slightly from her hood.
She still has her long hair red to keep herself warm, but Stephanie was more concerned about him than herself.
"Wh-Why did y-you do this t-to me?" he shuddered, still cold from underneath all the belongings Stephanie gave him.
"Because you're cold," Stephanie calmly answered, picking him up from the ground in his cocoon bundle and glanced around again. "Now, where did you come from?"
"H-Huh?" he asked, still shivering.
"Your village!" Stephanie exclaimed. "Don't you remember your village?! "
Another gut-wrenching feeling hit her as another realization hits her.
"Flip, umbrella, cake, Kane!" Stephanie cursed loudly. "The village! They might be freezing their bums off from this condition of the weather!"
"H-Huh?" he repeated once again, sounding more confused. "What a-are you t-talking ab-bout?"
Stephanie glanced down at him after he had asked, before remembering something she learned from a Health class back when she was young.
"That's right," she sighed to herself worriedly. "Hypothermia includes confusion or memory loss."
The young man in Stephanie's arms still looked confused from what Stephanie was saying, as the color of her sweater started turning into different colors.
It was red, and other colors in the same shade, with black.
Stephanie turned to the left and started heading towards that direction.
"Okay," Stephanie spoke to herself, mostly to the young man in her arms. "Let's get you back to your village and try to see what is going on here."
There was no response from the young man in her arms, and it made Stephanie panic a little.
She glanced down at what happened, thinking that he had passed already.
Instead, Stephanie noticed he had fallen asleep in her arms from the lack of strength.
A relieved sigh came from Stephanie as she continued through the forest, searching for the village the young man in her arms came from.
Her hair turned a darker red color than before, and her eyes turned red along with it.
Stephanie did not mind it but continued with her adventure.
After going past a few semi-leafless trees, Stephanie discovered a wooden fence surrounding something in the middle.
So, Stephanie walked up to the entrance of the fortress that was sealed off, hesitating for a moment.
Taking this time, Stephanie glanced around for a sign for when if she had something that might tick them off.
But there were no signs around to say that nothing was allowed inside.
Soon, her eyes fell to a wooden sign on the side that reads, "No Romans Allowed! (Except a few friends of ours.)"
Stephanie felt slightly nervous after she had read that little sign on the side of the fortress, still holding the knocked out man in her arms.
She does not feel like a friend to the people on the other side of the door.
But, Stephanie gathered her courage and took a deep breath.
Using her free arm, while the other was holding the knocked out young man, Stephanie knocked on the door of the fortress gently.
After knocking on the wooden door, Stephanie patiently waited for anyone to respond to her response, but nothing happened.
Confused, Stephanie knocked again on the wooden door, this time a little harder than before.
After a few knocks against the door, the third one was about to hit the wood when the landing made it shift a little.
Startled, Stephanie moved her hand back after the door moved from her third knock, before looking more concerned.
Placing her palm against it, Stephanie slowly pushed the door open with astonishing strength and glancing inside the fortress.
It was empty as a ghost town and had icicles hanging from everything around.
A shudder went down Stephanie's spine as she continued glancing around, noticing the windows of each cabin were tightly closed, and every nook and cranny was sealed off.
Stephanie hummed to herself with confusion, wondering what was going on in the fortress.
"Hello?" Stephanie called out to anyone. "Is anyone here?"
No response to her call.
So, she walked up to one of the doors of the cabins she randomly picked and knocked.
"Hello?" Stephanie called out to the person in the cabin. "Is anyone inside?"
Still, there was no response to her call.
Stephanie lifted her hand up to knock on the door again when it slowly creaked open automatically.
A bad feeling sat in Stephanie's stomach as she slowly opened the door widely.
The inside of the room was semi-warm, but not enough to keep someone from being too cold.
"Hey!" a weak voice called out to Stephanie, startling her as she stopped in her tracks. "Close the darn door! You're letting the heat out!"
Stephanie glanced over her shoulder and noticed that she had left the door open.
"Oops," Stephanie walked back over to the door and closed it. "Sorry about that."
After Stephanie had closed the door behind her back, she walked more into the cabin, noticing at the end that there was no fireplace lit.
Thinking to herself, Stephanie carefully switched arms with the knocked out young man in her arms, moving him to her right arm.
Snapping the fingers of her left hand, Stephanie emitted a small light blue fireball in her hand to see what is inside the cabin, only to find that it froze in her palm.
"What the sugar, honey, iced tea?" Stephanie softly mumbled with confusion as the now iced blue fireball landed in her palm.
Dropping the iced fireball to the ground, Stephanie repeated to make some light, but it turned to ice again!
Huffing, Stephanie switched to using light instead of fire, emitting a small orb in her hand.
Once she got the orb of light in her hand, Stephanie patiently waited for it to freeze up like how the two previous fireballs had happened.
To her relief, nothing happened after she snapped her fingers.
Lifting the orb up over her head, Stephanie brightened it slightly to get a better look at what could be inside, only to see that there was a large group of people.
They were covered in boar skins on their bodies and huddled in one big hug, as there was a bigger lump in the back.
"Oh." Stephanie cleared her throat and asked, "Did any of you know that this young man in my arms is left outside freezing cold?"
A head with red hair with a mustache and wearing a helmet with black and white feathers popped out from the big huddled group and asked, "What does he look like?"
Stephanie glanced down at him and answered, "Smaller than me and has blonde hair?"
The bigger lump in the back suddenly shot up after Stephanie described him, exclaiming, "Asterix?!"
Stephanie flinched after he exclaimed the name and stammered, "Y-You know him?"
He scrambled out of the boar pelts despite the coldness and everyone else and headed towards Stephanie.
The man wears a white helmet and a completely green colored belt, with white and blue striped pants and brown shoes.
He does not wear a shirt but has red hair with a mustache.
The ends of his long hair are put up into braids with small black bowties.
Before he could even get close to her, he suddenly stumbled a little and collapsed.
Stephanie gasped and knelt down to him, feeling worried about him as she moved her hand away from the light orb she made earlier.
"Are you alright?" Stephanie asked, placing a hand against his back.
He groaned in response to Stephanie's question and glanced up slightly, seeing the young man cradled in her arm, named 'Asterix.'
"What happened to him?" he groaned.
"He's just had hypothermia from staying outside too long," Stephanie assured him. "Now, what happened to this place?"
Another head popped out from the bundle, who has a long white beard with mustache, looking like an elder.
He spoke through chattering teeth, "F-First, b-bring Ast-Asterix over he-here."
Stephanie nodded her head and walked around the stumbled guy and gave him to the man, as he shakily took him from her.
"Wh-What's tha-at around h-him?" stammered another man from underneath the boar pelt.
"It's my sweater." Stephanie calmly answered before cringing to herself from her little slip.
"A sw-sweater?" stammered another voice.
"Explanation later," Stephanie turned around to the man who stumbled out of the boar pelt.
She effortlessly picked him up from the ground with both of her hands.
The third head that popped out looked surprised that Stephanie effortlessly picked him up from the ground, but placed him in the bundle and wrapped him up from being cold.
"Alright," Stephanie pushed back a strand of red hair from her face. "What happened in the forest?"
The third head paused for a moment after Stephanie asked, answering, "There's a Roman camp that is near here that has most of the villagers inside, but has a powerful artifact inside that controls the weather."
Stephanie gently cocked her head to the side with her eyebrow and asked, "What is this 'artifact?'"
The elder pushed back the boar pelt over his head and answered, "We were surprised about the artifact too. It was the Greek god Zeus' Sword of Lighting!"
Stephanie looked surprised by the answer the elder gave her, blinking a few times.
"The Sword of Zeus?" Stephanie softly exclaimed.
The elder nodded his head wisely.
"We discovered this before," he explained. "Not long before you came here, Jules Ceaser, an evil Roman ruler, somehow stole all the artifacts that hold all the power each god has."
Stephanie carefully listened to the story the elder is saying, as the others behind him curled up in the pelts to keep the warmth out.
"Not only had he stolen the artifacts from the Greeks," the elder continued. "He apparently had stolen more artifacts from the temples on different islands that belong to our gods."
"As if," Stephanie paused a little, thinking to herself about the myths she had read about in books. "Like Odin's eye?"
The wise elder nodded his head.
"That sucks." Stephanie sighed before thinking to herself again. "Where's the nearest camp of this first Roman attack?"
The wise elderly pointed his finger outside the cabin, towards the East.
"They have set camp there," he pointed. "But I must give you some warning; the artifact they have could freeze you like a block. Many of our friends had that experience after the first and last attack."
Stephanie shuddered gently from the warning he gave before he turned around and rummaged around in the boar pelts.
"You'll need something during this dangerous task," he added before reaching underneath.
"Hey!" grumbled a voice as he moved his hand around. "What are you doing?! You're letting all the warm air out!"
"Excuse me for a moment." He pardoned before grabbing something and pulled it out.
It is a bottle that is like a flask, except has a cork in the top.
"That's the last of my potion!" the same voice exclaimed, as he placed the pelt down.
"I'm letting someone else borrow it for the moment, and…" when he turned back around, Stephanie was gone.
Except for the orb of light hovering in the middle of the cabin.
This time, the door was closed, and no cold air was inside the cabin.
"Never mind." he sighed, reaching underneath the pelt and giving someone back the flask.
But, on the other hand, he was worried about that strange woman wearing strange clothes.
"I hope she is alright," he softly spoke to himself as he pulled the boar pelt over his head.
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