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[center][b][color=83e5d9]Time:[/color][/b] 9am
[color=83e5d9][b]Location:[/b][/color] Jungle
[color=83e5d9][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] N/A
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• [color=83e5d9]Outfit[/color][/hider][/center]

She was always one of the last ones to pack up, letting a light sigh of relief escape her lips into the nip of the air. They had just finished a practice session of swordplay at SCA, and she got higher praise than usual today, having actually won all the bouts. The rush of adrenaline still waning in her veins, she looked out by the nearby forest. An oak forest by a field in the middle of fall was a special time for her - to see the orange leaves and the chill of winter coming. Tying together the last bits of leather to her blade and closing the truck, she locked the door with two beeps and started to make her stroll towards the oranges and reds, sending a wave to some others driving out of the parking lot.

The sound of grass was soothing, but when she drew closer and heard the fall leaves under her boots, she smiled and let the fantasy of the sight take her away. She recognized a while ago in her therapy why she had a draw to fantasy - an escape from all the horror she had been through and especially putting her shoes in that of a heroine. To have power instead of being powerless, but she was learning she had power in the real world. She was great at swordplay, and she could say no to bullies now, stand her ground. These days were definitely more peaceful, and it was a beautiful Friday afternoon.

The smell of the cold forest still seemed to have life to it, like a fresh rainstorm had passed by and kissed the trees. She always got lost in thought though, started imaging swinging her sword, guarding a princess, or fighting a sorcerer - silly things. Though, a gasp escaped her as she saw the image of a lake she had not found before! Lakes in forests always excited her. Something about fey and fantasy that revolved around both locations just made her smile as she took a small jog over to look at the water. Images swirled in her mind of elven maidens and airships, and part of her regretted leaving her sword back at the car!

A small giggle to herself, she looked up to see where the sun was, but caught a glimpse of a woman across the lake. There was a momentary freeze before she tilted her head a little in curiosity. She couldn't make out a lot from here, but there was something.. different about her. The skin seemed smooth, and she looked like a real beauty. Probably the most unusual thing was that she was dressed in a medieval gown, but Morgan didn't recognize her from SCA at all. Her eyes followed the figure leading up to the edge of the lake and looking down, holding something in a cloth.

Morgan could hardly believe her eyes when the woman just.. [i]fell[/i].. into the lake! Her eyes widened a little as scenarios went through her head, wondering if the woman was just taking a swim? But she just fell, holding something... was she going to drown herself!? Better safe than sorry as Morgan sprinted near the spot the woman had fallen under. She was still in the water, so Morgan threw her keys aside and dived in after - she'd be damned if someone died on her watch!

Swimming as fast as she could, she couldn't help but to slow her descent. The woman floating in the lake had turned to her with a look of worry and genuine concern, holding the clothed object towards her. Morgan couldn't understand what was going on, reaching out to grab at the object... the woman, she had elven ears. It wasn't just that, though - anyone could get those done if they found the right person and were determined enough. No, it was the shine in those eyes, the shimmer in her skin, the almost unearthly beauty of her shape. Were Morgan able to studder underwater, she would have, but before she could make heads or tails of anything, a flash blinded her for only but a second. The woman was gone! In a moment of confusion and panic, Morgan jetted back upwards to the surface.

As she broke it and splashed water onto the shore, she placed the clothed object on the sand and pulled herself from the water for a couple feet. What she found was even more mesmerizing as the light that spilled onto the scene before her was shaded in a pink, like some supernatural and beautiful sunrise. Its rays pierced the now unfamiliar trees and strange plants that seemed dotted across the ground, and it was humid and hot. So stunned by the shock of her scenery, she fell down, trying to process the jungle trees towering over her.

[color=83e5d9][b]"Wh-what the fuck?..."[/b][/color] Long moments were spent observing her surroundings, dumb-struck by where she was. Eventually, after some several minutes had passed, she looked down to the object and peeled away the cloth that clung to it, revealing a sword. It was absolutely unlike any sword she had ever laid her eyes on though, and it almost seemed to glow a subtle light of its own that reminded her of the sun, but not this pink light that was everywhere else. The hilt was in the shape of wings, going down to a red jewel in a golden-like metal, but it was definitely not gold. Awed by its very presence, she slowly pulled it from the sheath only for it to glow more brightly, forcing her lips to part in a gasp. [color=83e5d9][b]"Th-there's- ... there's.. this can't be.... I-.. no..."[/b][/color] She went silent then, trying to wrap her mind around all of this. Being a fan of fantasy books, the origin story of the hero being pulled into a fantasy world from the modern one wasn't exactly unknown, but there was no way that this was real.

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