@Sep - I'm still alive. What you need?
Justine hissed after a moment as she sucked her thumb. “Well now, you like to bite,” she said to the sword in her hand. The smile wavered a little when she’d been cut, but it had quickly returned as she bit down on the cut, applying pressure. The thing was very sharp, she’d have to remember that for the future. Handling blades and cutlery was something she did on a regular basis. Justine rarely cut herself, ever. It was one reason why she was allowed to practice with live steel, and was in advanced classes in her martial arts training. She had a healthy respect for a sharp blade, and she had the focus. She was anything but a klutz, often being described as very graceful.
Setting the sword down she made her way to the bathroom. There she paused at the sink, regarding her image, wearing only a t-shirt. It was long enough it went to just above her mid-thigh. She’d woken up a little bit ago, and was doing some renovation on the place before she had to really get out and start the day’s work. The floor of her closet was still pulled up. she’d have to put that back in place. Fishing out a bandaid, she did her best to keep from getting blood everywhere while she got it opened up, then wrapped it around the wound tightly. It was tight enough that after a few moments her thumb started to ache and throb a little as it filled with back pressure, turning a bit blue. But, it would keep the wound from bleeding too much more, and help it clot. A really clean cut like that could bleed a lot, otherwise.
The hardwood floor was cold under her feet as she walked back to her bedroom. The cool air of the room raised gooseflesh on her bare legs as she slipped back in, picking the weapon up off of the desk. Grabbing a Kleenex nearby, she wiped off the blade, which seemed to shine in the light from her desk lamp after turning it on. The handle was cool and warm in her hand at the same time, which drew a frown. After a moment her hand began to tremble as she held the hilt, and she felt something… powerful surging, waking up inside her, and at the same time within the sword. It was like a resonance, felt more than heard, like the launch of a space shuttle nearby, or a car with a powerful bass system would rattle the windows, and her chest. It made her heart hammer, and her awareness began to swirl. She was overcome with dizziness, vertigo. Her left hand reached out to the chair to steady herself as she felt nauseated. “What is going on,” she wailed faintly as her vision swam. She was aware of the sword humming audibly and it began to glow with a bright light.
It was then that the oddest sensation took over. It was of elongation and distortion, her body warped into completely ungodly shapes, like swirls of colored dye being washed down a kitchen sink. It was sickening to feel her body distort unimaginably, yet she was still whole and unbroken. It was only for a split moment, and she was standing somewhere new. The desk was gone and her weight against it and the chair had nothing to support it. She toppled forward,. The fall into the wet grass drove the air from her lungs in a wuff. She curled some, not really thinking about her position and the shirt she wore riding up some. It was rather inglorious. Grass… Justine’s eyes went wide and she quickly straightened up, looking around to see if anyone saw her. But she was in an empty field. Empty for hundreds of yards, with only trees around the area. It was a meadow, which still had morning dew clinging to the knee and waist high grasses.
Her arrival and fall had created a small crater where she’d sprawled. and she was alone. The sun was midway up in the sky, still seemingly about the same time that she had gotten up. The air was cool, cold really. It raised gooseflesh, and made her shirt rub against her chest almost painfully, only made worse by the damp, almost wet shirt clinging to her now from the dew. She was half soaked down her front and her arms, so thick was the dampness. “Where the hell am I,” she muttered, glancing around. The frost had melted that was on the grass, turning to a cold, chilled dew, and her breath was fogging a little in the cold air, but she didn’t seem to feel it much.
The sword lay in the grass in front of her, droplets of water speckling it’s surface, as she picked the weapon up. Rocking back onto the balls of her feet from where she knelt, Justine stood, and tugged her shirt down as much as she could, then flicked the water from the blade. It seemed to come off as though it were oiled, and did not cling at all. Slowly she spun in a circle, surveying the horizon trying to get her bearings. “Where the hell am I,” she said quietly, again, aware of the cold air and the wind, which sent a shiver through her.
There was nothing specific she recognized. Maybe some hills in the distance. She didn’t even recognize any traffic. A glance at the sky revealed a airliner far overhead making it’s way slowly across the sky, leaving a white contrail behind it. There might have been the hum of traffic from far off. Birds chirped, and the wind blew. But there was nothing that showed her where she might actually be. It was disconcerting. a tingle of fear, of worry went through her frame, joining the cold. Bewilderment as well. She’d just been in her apartment. Now she was outside, here… half naked, with that stupid sword. She looked at it, dumbfounded. And what was it that had made her feel so sickeningly disoriented? Her mind reeled with questions.
“How did I get here? What’s going on,” she asked aloud, still trying to make sense. “I brought you here,” a woman’s voice said behind her, making her squeak out a choked scream of fright and startlement. Whirling around she raised the sword in a ready guard, one handed, but just as quickly lowered it a few inches. Her hand was steady.
The woman the voice belonged to was breathtaking. She had hair the color of honey and sunlight mixed together, with eyes that were a vibrant spring green. A small but enchanting smile spread across her sculpted full lips, showing just a little bit of sparkling white teeth. She had high cheekbones, with an angular jaw, a fine pointed chin, a pert nose, and luminous almond shaped eyes with upswept eyebrows. They seemed otherworldly, but still quite appealing to human eyes, and they were. The first word besides beautiful and gorgeous for Justine would have been Elven. As thought resumed for her she glanced to the side of the woman’s head, to find a pointy ear sticking through her locks of hair. Those green eyes studied Justine’s reactions, watching the shock and fright change to awe, wonder, bewilderment, curiosity, then suspicion, then assessment. The woman was dressed in a thin white gown or garment that seemed similar to a Toga, bound with a belt that looked like braided silver, and was knotted near her right hip. It hung at a canted angle with a pouch hanging from it. She wore a ring one one hand, seemingly wrought from silver with a pearl set in it. The artistry in her garments, while simple, were elegant and exquisite, and only enhanced her appearance. They adorned and complimented her, giving this woman a clean, wholesome appearance. Justine doubted it would have been any different if this woman had been totally and completely naked.
“I could do that, if that’s what you prefer,” the elven looking woman said out loud to Justine’s unspoken thought. “As to what’s going on, you think you’re hallucinating, or dreaming. You’re not. Don't believe me," she asked, then gently took Justine's hand. The touch was warm, soft, but strong, and she took her hand, and ran the side of her thumb along the edge of the sword in her hands. She barely felt it when the skin parted, farther down from the original cut."