Lost In Time Chapter 2:
Sophie woke up with a killer headache. She couldn't form any thoughts; something was off. When Sophie could finally think, flashbacks to what felt like only minutes before came. She immediately shot up, ignoring the pain from where Alvar hit her and ran outside. However, instead of seeing Grady or Edaline training Verdi, she saw... humans? They were all wearing renaissance clothing. "That's odd," she thought. Sophie looked down at her outfit and realized she as well was wearing a cream dress with a brown belt.
"Excuse me," Sophie asked a passerby, "could you tell me where I am?" The man laughed. "Like you don't know. Mont Saint Michel, France!" Sophie looked at him with an odd face. "How did I get to France?" Sophie wondered, trying to figure out what was happening. She mentally replayed the battle in her mind, trying to find any clue to how she got here. Something did not add up, and she was determined to figure it out.
"M'lady?" a voice said. Biana sat straight up, ready to face Vespera with all that she had, but it wasn't that evil wench in front of her. Instead, a poor girl was there, and were those brown eyes? "Strange," Biana remarked, "I was certain we were in the Bosk Gorge." She clutched her chest as a sharp pain started when she tried to lean forward.
"Alright kind girl with chocolate eyes," Biana said when she could finally breathe, "would you tell me what the date is?" The servant looked at her puzzled.
"It's June eleventh I believe your highness." Biana stood up, attempting to hide the panic she felt. It couldn't be, yesterday it was December. She held her composure, but even the strange servant could see the fear in Biana's eyes.
"It couldn't be-," her thoughts were cut out by a pounding on her door. The servant rushed towards it but didn't get there in time. Fitz slammed open the door, followed by five other people with panicked faces.
"Where is ALVAR!" He yelled as Biana ran to him. "Fitz, look at me, calm down! We have more pressing matters to deal with, like WHERE ARE WE." Fitz looked at her, and Biana could see tears forming. "It's 1470 Biana, 1470 and I don't know what's going on."
