I was lying on the grass, and right before my eyes, a small rocky island was hanging in the sky. A ship with a ridiculous and very familiar design sailed by, also hanging in the air.
I wasn't paying too much attention to the scenery, as I had more pressing matters in my hands - two small bumps on my chest and the distinct absence of Little Johnny.
"Leonie, stop goofing off. Zola is coming!" said a small girl in cheap and somewhat dirty clothes, looking down at me with a frown.
But I was still in a daze. The ship's design, flying island, small castle to the side, and familiar names were wagging their metaphorical eyebrows suggestively.
But why I am a girl? I did not agree to it. I want to file a complain! And while I am wishing for things I would like a pony as well.
Those musings of mine were interrupted by pain in my twisted ear.
"We need to hide in the shed!" the twisted twisting girl said, still standing right over me.
I nodded weakly and followed the girl. My body felt a little distorted - narrow shoulders and relatively wide hips were adding some balance problems but that faded surprisingly fast, like I got the same assistance with walking as I got with language.
We passed a peasant that was filling a hole in the road. His eyes lingered on me for a moment, passing up and down like I was dressed funny. So that's how it looks for the recieving side... Kinda obvious, you know.
We got in the shed, and I went straight to the books. Reading felt unnatural at first, but once again, that feeling quickly passed, and I was happy to see that at least my reading skills were as good as they were before. To be exact, 72 thousand years before.
I wondered how exactly I departed from my old life. I was not that old and healty enough. On the other hand, before I went to bed there was some talk in the internets about immenent nuclear war...
I skimmed through an arithmetic textbook, trying to gauge its level and to pick up some tidbits of information from situations described in the tasks for half an hour. Then the door to the shed flew wide open.
A wiry men with spiky black hair peeked inside. Black straps were going over simple shirt down to plain brown trowsers.
He stared at me with somewhat guilty expression for a second before addressing me.
"Leonie, can you follow me? Zola has some news to tell you."
English is not my mother language so any kind of proof reading help is welcome.
I am male so any help with writing female characters would be greatly appreciated.
Let's see how it goes!
