𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕺𝖓𝖊
𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: A high-school project gone wrong sends Astraea Aphelion fifteen centuries back in time, where she has to face a world of dragons, magic, and evil sorcerers. Luckily, she is not alone. In between hardships, she finds a...
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Dallas and I were transported to a large field where there was nothing in sight except for an endless expanse of grass, a few hills in the distance, and some trees scattered here and there. A lone bird of prey soared over me, and the wind that carried it made me realise how much cooler the temperature was here than it'd been in San Antonio. I thought it was rather strange, but shrugged it off and simply pulled my black bomber jacket out of my backpack and threw it over the white Hollister hoodie I was already wearing.
I rubbed my horse's neck for a moment, finding that he didn't look as relaxed as I am used to seeing him, and I softly told him that everything was all right. Once he eased up, I got my phone out of the pocket at the side of my riding leggings and opened 'Google Maps', knowing that I would definitely need that tool if I stood any chance of getting home. However, I instantly found that there was no signal in my current location. I tilted my head at the realisation that the date and time hadn't changed.
"Great," I muttered. "I guess we'll just have to wing it for a bit."
I used the sun's position to determine where the southwest is, marked the direction in my brain, and got my earphones from my backpack, figuring that some entertainment would be useful in making this whole experiment feel a bit less dreadful. Then I climbed onto my horse's back, rubbing his neck once more before gently nudging him into a working trot as Pink Floyd accompanied me with their music.
An hour or two must've gone by and I allowed Dallas to get some rest by hopping off him, loosening his girth, and letting him graze freely. I took that opportunity to check my phone for signal once more, and huffed when the bars at the top right corner of the screen retained a question mark symbol. What's more, the date and time were still synchronised to what I suppose is my 'original time-line'.
It wasn't until then that I realised that the sun was starting to hide away, when my calculations dictated that it must only be around 15:00. I shrugged and let that thought go. I probably just got way too into riding and lost track of time – it's not the first time that has happened.
Wanting to cover a bit more distance before night inevitably fell upon the Texan landscape, I returned to my horse and tightened his girth again before hopping on and continuing towards the southwest while praying we weren't getting too off-path. But there's bound to be a highway at some point, or a back road, or a farm. I'm really not too worried.
Sadly, night caught up to us only some thirty minutes later and I resigned to setting up the camping tent for the night with the help of my phone's flashlight, knowing that continuing in the dark would be almost as stupid as my teammates' idea to build a ducking time-machine.
Finding that the sun's departure from the sky left behind a lot more cold than I'd been expecting – it's spring in Texas, after all – I wrapped myself in my Avengers blanket and curled up in my sleeping bag, really wishing that I'd brought a lighter as the night grew cooler and cooler with each passing hour.
