"Where am I?" Robert questioned. He was standing in the middle of a open field, with his Diamond Wrath in one hand and his laser rifle in the other. He couldn't understand why he had these equipped, but he assumed he was getting ready for battle. His crew was nowhere to be found, but he knew they were probably fighting the enemy… wait who is the enemy?

Suddenly, I spotted an unknown fiend in his midst. I questioned what this fiend was but I shoved all thoughts aside and ran towards it. I raised my sword and pressed the button. As the fiend turned around, I released the button, sending the blue aura into the beast. Unfortunately, the 'beast' turned around and I found out that it was Fargor. I tried to stop the aura, but it was too late. I screamed, "FARGOR! DAMN IT!"

"Robert why are you doing this to me? You've killed Balthar and the twins, and now me? I thought I could trust you, and now you're killing me? I HOPE ODIN CURSES YOU AND GIVES YOU AN AGONIZING DEATH YOU-." that's all he could say before being vaporized by the aura…

"AHHH!" I screamed, as I woke up from my horrible imprisonment. The crew were startled by his scream and rushed toward him to comfort him. Balthar asked in panic,

"Are you alright Robert?"
"Yes, I'm fine Balthar, it was just a dream."
I thought it was pretty damn realistic. Brain honestly I hate when you do this to me. It's like your Dr. Phil, always criticizing people to the point that they can't take it anymore. I can't believe you compared me to Dr. Phil. He's such a creep! I thought I knew you better! I thought I knew you too until you told me to jump into the mead container with Fargor… Shut up. You took that completely out of context. Then what were you trying to tell me? I was trying to tell you to go jump in with him because it looked like f-fun. Yeah! You are the worst liar ever.

"Well were happy that your okay. It sounded like a warlock was in the RV for a second," Fargor said.
"Those things exist in this time period?"
"Yes they do Robert. Did your time period have any of those monsters in it?"
I pondered at this for a moment. The only thing we had that would likely attack us was the Griffons, who were eagle-like creatures but larger and more fierce.
"Not really, all we had are griffons, and they are very hard to vanquish. Usually battles are held amongst other human factions, and not against animals."
"That's unheard of in this time," Balthar said. "We fight foul demons and beasts that harm our village. We only fight other kingdoms if they harm our well-being."
"We fight for honor and glory and if we die, we will meet Odin in Valhalla," Jaesen said. "I hope there's a lot of ale in stock because I will need it!" exclaimed Waltor. Everyone laughed at the thought and decided they needed to get ready to leave the campsite.
"We need to move in order to get through the Trail of Demons by nightfall," said Balthar. "The Trail of Demons has a lot of unknown creatures that even I haven't faced."
Wait a minute, I thought one person survived to tell the tale… Didn't they tell the Norsemen of the village about the path?
"I thought someone lived to tell the tale, didn't they tell you guys about it?" I asked.|
"No, the man died the next day due to his wounds. He lost a arm and had what looked like claw wounds all over his body."
That shook me a bit. What creatures lie on this path? Will we make it out alive? This is going to be a rough ride.
"We will succeed don't worry Robert. If we worry about the thought of the path, we will never make it through and we will die in agony."
That's a good point. "I'm sure we will succeed Balthar, thank you."
"Glad to help. Now let's leave this contraption and…"
"Wait Balthar, we can use this to also drive through the trail." I interrupted.
"You mean this thing can move without us pushing it?" Fargor questioned.
"Yes it can. You see I have the key to this which allows me to start the engine. The engine runs on gasoline or water. Since there's not a lot of gasoline on this world, we should gather water in reserves so we don't run out of fuel for it."
"Can we see if it works first?" Jaesen inquired.
"Sure let me just get the key and we can start it up!" I replied.
I searched around my pockets for the key. Moments later, I pulled out a small red key and went to the main control module. I put the key in and slowly turned it. I heard the engine roar like a fierce lion, ready to strike its victim. Once I fully started it, I checked the gas tank and noticed it was completely full. Nice job so far Robert. Thank you brain you finally see what I can do. You barely do anything except shoot guns and read books. Anything else you do surprises me enough. Shut up brain. I do a lot more than just shoot guns and read books. Name a time that you didn't read books or shoot guns. Well I celebrated Christmas and Halloween last year with my parents. That doesn't count. Actually it does, but you're too stubborn to accept it.

The rest of the crew watched in amazement as the engine roared with life. I couldn't help but chuckle at their reactions. They returned their gaze to me and I stopped chuckling. Balthar asked,
"What's so funny?"
"I can't help but laugh at your guy's reactions. I've never seen someone react to a RV like this."
"Why is this 'RV' common in your world?" asked Waltor.
"It's common because people use it as a means of transportation to a vacation spot. Vacation is very important in my world and people always need it. Other people use an RV as a home; a permanent home that can move around with just a flip of a switch."
I was even more surprised at their reactions now. Fargor was surprised, but he looked like he was about to explode into millions of pieces. Balthar was frustrated and looked like he was battling his own thoughts. Jaesen and Waltor both were in slight shock, but they were more puzzled than shocked. I think I broke them.

[Perspective Change: Balthar]

Who does Robert think he is? First he falls from the sky and now this? He has made this world go into chaos and he hasn't even realized it! I don't know if I should confess to him in private or with the rest of the crew. He doesn't know who I truly am. I should just keep myself in disguise to hide my true identity. Yeah right. Balthar, you know you can't keep your true identity hidden from them much longer. Yes I know my second half…I know.

[Perspective Change: Fargor]

This is nothing new to me. I wonder why Balthar hasn't told us yet about his true identity because I can't wait anymore. He knows that as a member of the Galactic Time Warp Army, you can't interact with the locals; otherwise, you could alter history or more importantly; your existence.

Since I'm thinking of this, I might as well spill the beans. My name is John Riverstone and Balthar is James Spilsburg. We are both Galactic Time Warp Operatives like Robert, but we've been stuck here for about 9 years. When we first arrived, we were in a forest not far off from his trail. We were both bleeding out and we felt that we were going to die. Then, Odin, the sky-father, came to us and healed our wounds. As we regained our strength, we stood up and asked him who he was and why he was helping us. He said,
"I am Odin, the sky-father, and I am the great god of the Norse. I brought you here from your time warp because we need your assistance. I need you two to take up new identities, so that your technologies will not impact this world. Please take this into consideration and make sure you respond to me by nightfall. I will be at the mead hall at the village across the bridge." Odin pointed to the arched bridge ahead of us. "This village is tainted with cruel and brute tyranny. Please fix this for me and let my people know I am here. Thank you." Odin then departed.

Balthar and I were astonished by this. We both looked at each other and then at our surroundings. We were currently at the large gate that had two devils on each side. It stood twenty feet tall and was as wide as the trail that it safeguarded. It was a black gate and there was a slot for a key that had an irregular shape to it. We both knew that this key wasn't able to be copied and to the best of my knowledge; it may not even exist. We still looked for this key anyway, so that we may pass the gate to continue our quest. After several minutes of searching, I found it by a rotten, old, dying tree. This tree was unlike the rest along the path. It had a strange marking on it with some words winding around it like a dial. The writing appeared to be in the language of Iceland. I learned some Icelandic when I went to college. 'And they said it was dumb to take Icelandic...' I thought.

I decided to translate what was on the tree. The words were translated into English and it was a surprising translation.

"The Trails of Demons,
where no one may stay,
and no one will return from."

I shuddered at the words it presented me. I wondered that if I told Balthar, if he would say that I was becoming crazy. So I decided to tell him about it. He said, "We should leave this wretched place. It is cursed with thousands of demons and beasts. We should return to Odin and ask him more about this trail." We agreed and went on our way to the village.
As we were walking along the path to the village, I wanted to talk to Balthar about our new names. I stated, "Well, Since we are new to this world, we should pick our identities. My name is going to be Fargor. What's your name going to be?"
For some reason Balthar didn't question why I picked my name. He then stated, "I'm going to pick Balthar. It reminds me of my axe I was given by my Sergeant. It was named Dynasty."
"You mean you named your military axe?"
"Yes, I did. Long story short, I named it Dynasty because I've had it for a long time and I've used it for many battles I fought in. Don't get me wrong, I like shifting through time and stuff, but we can't go back now. This military axe needs to meet the standards of this world and I think I'll just use an illusion spell to conceal the true form of this axe."
"Why can't we go back Balthar?" I ask.
"Because our time beakers are broken. Don't you see that?"
I looked down at my suit. Yeah, they are definitely broken. "Well, what should we do?" I asked.
"I think we should change our appearance and blend in with the Norsemen."
"How did you know they were Norsemen?" I questioned.
"Fargor please tell me that you listened to Odin when he said, 'god of the Norse'."
I whispered to myself, "Note to self, pay attention more at what Odin says." I look up at Balthar and say in a southern accent, "Enope."
Balthar looked at me like I was being a brainless moron. "Really funny Fargor. Let's get into the hall before Odin thinks we ditched him."
"Alright...Wait what about our gear?"
"Let's bury them by the bridge."
"Sounds like a plan Balthar."
We started to dig into the rocky soil by the bridge. We placed our equipment into the ground and started placing the dirt back into the holes. Once the gear was buried, We continued our way up to the hall.

We arrived at the hall just before night fall. We had a little more time to spare, so we decided to explore the village a bit. There were several small homes aligned across the southern tip of the village. Each home had the same basic layout, however each door to the homes were slightly larger as you went down the line. There was a small marketplace in the center of the village. The Mead Hall was right next to that marketplace. On the roof of the Mead Hall was a sign that stated,
"Honor and Glory to all who may enter."
We entered the Mead Hall and like Robert, we were surprised and awestruck. I was very nervous because I couldn't see Odin in the crowd of people at the hall. We approached what looked like a throne and realized there was a man whose crown glistened in the light. We kneeled and like Robert the King stated,
"Rise my friends. Welcome to the village of Odin. Who are you two?"
"My name is Fargor," I said.
"My name is Balthar," James said.
"What land did you come from?"
When he started asking that, I heard a faint sound of knocking at the mead hall doors. It got louder as the question was being stated. When it was finished, the door blew open like it was being impaled by tornado force winds. Then I heard a loud voice shout,
"THESE MEN BELONG TO ME KING VÉ!" The King saw the man enter and asked him, "Who are you?"
"I am the sky-father, the man who you named your village after. The man who watches over the village to scout out evil and vent it elsewhere. I found these two by the Trail of Demons. They will be here to help and serve the people of this village. Let them stop this corruption my King."
"Your command may be followed O' Odin," the King replied in a frightened tone.
"Do not fray King Vé, I am here on their behalf. Treat them with utmost respect," Odin replied.
"They shall be Odin. Thank you for bringing them to my village. It's a honor."
Odin nodded and then departed.
The King turned to his attention to us and said,
"Heroes of Odin, please forgive me for interrogating you. Now help me with this village." We both nodded and were grateful that Odin came. If he didn't, well interrogation and maybe execution wouldn't be in the deck of cards.

[Perspective Change: Robert Niles]

I couldn't help but think to myself since it looks like everyone around me was battling their thoughts. The only two who seemed like they were fine were Jaesen and Waltor. They were both practicing their combat abilities. I'm glad we have them on our side.
Anyway, I decided to boot up protocol twenty-six hundred. This caused my second half to wake up in mere seconds.
Good afternoon my second half...
I knew you would do this for some odd reason...Anyway what's up?
 Nothing, I just worry that I might not be able to return home until I help these people with this quest.
Well that's understandable...
 What do you mean?
Remember in Galactic College on Radeon 5?
Yeah, what about it?
They told you in class to not interact with the locals unless you blend in with society.
Oh sh-... I forgot about that. I might've altered half of history by now!
Don't worry just continue what you're doing, taking on a new identity now would be pointless.
That's true but I don't know. I have a strange feeling that this world has adapted to my English too easily... I think Fargor and Balthar aren't who they say they are.
Why do you think that?
Well consider this, they act immaturely around everyone and I know for a fact that behavior like that isn't tolerated in this society and time.
You're right. You should confront them before you leave for the gates.
Okay, thanks second half. Finally you give good advice when I need it.
Shuddup. Get to work Robert.
As I regained my composure, I realized it was evening and I decided to go tell the crew to get some rest. We shall see tomorrow who truly is who they say they are...