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"Bloody hell!"

"Charlotte-Louise!"

"Gasp!"

"What the…!"

What we saw was out of the ordinary; the dark forest with gnarly trees that towered over you were replaced by a cobble-stone path, peaceful oaks and birch swishing gently in the breeze.

It was so open and bright compared to the closeness of the deep green pine.

Be careful what you wish for.

A man on a horse slowly trotted up the path to a target made of hay, which I hadn't noticed before in my confusion and surprise.

He was wearing a full suit of seemingly heavy armour, armed with a bow and arrow.

He started to shoot at the target, but none of them hit. I thought he had dodgy vision because he always seemed to miss to the left.

The knight must have noticed me staring at him because he descended from his chestnut horse and walked up to me with an indecent amount of clanking.

"Good day ma'am. Is there anything I can do for you?"

I stared at him as if he had two heads. He was being helpful andpolite.

"Ma'am?"

"Uh… right! Yes, um… can you please tell me where we are, what day and which year?"

It was his turn to look at me like I grew and extra arm and burst out laughing.

My face felt so hot you could have fried an egg.

I regretted asking those questions.

"Sorry, ma'am; you're in Cyrodiil main province of Tamriel, ruled by Emperor Uriel Septim VII. As for the year, we're currently in the 3E 433, year of Akato-" The knight explained proudly.

"Wait, wait, what? Can you please repeat that?" Caroline stuttered

"Uh, you're in Cyrodiil main prov-" He started hesitantly

"No! The other bit, 3E or something." She cried

"Oh! Right, we're in the 3E 433, year of Akatosh." He finished.

"3E 433?" I gasped

"Yes, ma'am." The knight replied, happy that his words had finally sunk in.

"Mum, isn't that their equivalent of our Middle-Ages?" I turned to my mother who was just as confused as I was.

I heard the man puzzling over the word 'middlages' while waiting for my mother's reply.

"Yes, that's right." She said after a moment of reflection.

"So we've gone back in time?" Francesca asked sadly

"More like a different dimension…" I muttered quietly. Unfortunately everyone heard and looked at me for an explanation.

"Uh, well, the knight said that we were in Cyrodiil, Tamriel and that it's ruled by a man called Uriel Septim VII. I've done a bit of the Middle-Ages and those names come up nowhere." I reasoned thoughtfully, amazed at myself to even think straight in this confusion.

"Your memory isn't exactly a very reliable source, you know." Kero pointed out rather coldly

"I do know, thank you very much!" I snapped, offended.

"Sorry to bother you, my ladies, but why don't I take you to the nearest town so you can stay in proper safety. We'll be there before next morning." The man said after he had thought enough about the new word.

"Thank you, sir knight." Caroline said sweetly

"I'm not a knight, little lady. I'm an Imperial Forest Legionary." He affirmed gently.

"Oh, so, thank you Imperial Forest Legionary." She corrected herself.

He looked at us weirdly and sighed.

It dawned on me that this was going to be one hell of a journey for him: none of us were wearing anything protective, two of us were children, three of us were in dresses and all of us were women.

We set off what seemed North at a slow pace.

Painfully slow for the Forester.

After what seemed like a few hours, Caroline got tired and started riding on a horse.

I would have gladly taken up the offer as I was tiring fast also.

Carrying a heavy backpack did not help.

I declined the offer because I wanted the best for Caroline and I had never ridden a horse in my life, and that moment was not the one to start learning.

The leather straps dug in to my shoulder and I wondered just what the owner stuffed inside.

It really was heavy, probably stuffed with provisions and other stuff that we would not need.

I could not help think that instead of taking us to the nearest town, he was going to send us to the nearest asylum because he kept shooting strange looks at us.

It was probably what our mothers were talking about, god knows what about, but he must have thought it weird.

Caroline, also talks about things in a hyperactive way, which must have tired her out more quickly.

I looked up at the sky, detaching myself from my random, introverted thoughts.

Night was falling, and when I asked the Forester how long was left, he said that we were only three quarters of the way. He said that if we walked faster, we might make it before midnight.

I started worrying like always when it got dark. Were the trees closing in on us? My camping bag weighed down on my shoulders (as clichéd as it sounds) as a 'slight' fear took over.

I became more and more jumpy, every rustle, every crunch, every whisper, every sound nature made, I spun around in fright. Call me a coward, but it's true.

I had spun around once more because I heard a really ominous crunch, when I felt a cold heavy hand on my shoulder. I gasped and feared for my life.

I looked up to see the legion forester smiling warmly and let out a big sigh of relief.

"Wow, you really scared me!" I exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, young lady, but I couldn't help but notice you were worried about something."

"Yeah," I sighed with guilt, "I really am just a coward. I've never been in a situation like this before." I noticed the legionary sigh, "I'm sorry for being such a useless burden." I laughed shakily. Why must I be so suicidal sometimes?

"Look here, young lady, with an Imperial Legion Forester at your service nothing can go wrong. See look there, the Bravil castle is in view." He told us grandly.

I couldn't help but feel that underneath his metal armour, his hand was warm too.

Cliché I know.

I thought that everything was going to be just fine. The castle was in view, my spirits were high and I put in all my trust into a complete stranger.

Just look how foolish you can get when you're scared.

Caroline was no longer tired so she tried getting off the horse, and failed miserably. The poor kid fell off the beast on her backside.

Being the sadistic character I am, I could not help but giggle a tiny bit.

Caroline, of course, was offended.

No surprise there.

The Forester, now back in his horse, was in front; the mothers in the middle; and us poor kids at the back. Not the safest of tactics on a wild cobble road in the middle of the night.

But I felt safe. I believed the man's words. The castle walls were coming closer and I felt much more hopeful. I concentrated my whole being on it.

I was concentrating so much that I didn't notice that Caroline was no longer nattering on happily beside me.

A gloved hand grabbed my face from behind, covering my nose and mouth, muffling my screams. Leather, by the feel of it,

I kicked and shook my head to try and dislodge the steel hard grip restraining me.

The last thing I saw as I succumbed to unconsciousness due to lack of air was the Forester, my mum and Francesca walking along, ignorant of this disaster.

I really am stupid.

End chapter 3.