Falling into another world was a mistake

Falling

(Y/ N POV)

You know that sensation when you lean to far back in your chair and you cross the point of no return, you know the spike of fear that hits you right in the chest the rush of air as you fall making a damn fool of yourself. That's just about what I felt when I clipped the uneven side walk and almost ate it, only difference was right where I was about to impact the concrete a black box was there with a slight shimmer around the edges of said hole. The fear really spiked when I put my hand down to catch myself and it disappeared into the abyss below me.

Shortly after I lost my hand the rest of my body followed being swallowed up by the inky black square in the side walk. Whilst in free fall I tried to look back at where I came from. In the sparing few seconds that I managed to look at where I came from it was nothing, no light from where I fell, no sign of anything just the same abyss I looked into as I tripped. Shortly after my realignment the darkness suddenly vanished replaced by a bright blue sky followed by green reaching to said sky. The view was quite the sight for sore eyes before I plummeted to the dirt that was below me. The air sharply abandoned my lungs when I collided with the ground that all I could do was groan and roll over back and forth in the dirt.

Y/N: Fuck, that hurt.

I continued to lay in the dirt trying to catch my breath mostly unsuccessfully. I must have laid there for a couple of minutes before I could finally get back to my feet, I looked around at the unfamiliar landscape before me. Not ten minutes ago I was walking in the concrete jungle of New York now I found myself in lush green jungle filled with trees at unfathomable heights and vegetation fuller and thicker I would have thought possible. This discovery and looking around me culminated in a truly intelligent response.

Y/N: Where the hell am I?

Back home wherever that was I didn't watch anything like those survival shows or channels on YouTube, because I mean who expects to fall into a portal and end up in the middle of what I have to assume is the Amazon or one of the many uninhabited islands in the Pacific Ocean. So I did what any rational eighteen year old would do in this situation and discussed with myself what I should do in an attempt to distract myself from the reality that I was lost in the middle of nowhere with nothing and no one. My monologuing helped me set my first goal, that being finding some water cause you can find most signs of civilization near water, and so I set out on my goal.

Some of the foliage was much larger and heavier than I thought which caused me to detour a lot more than I would have liked. Alas I kept trucking on what I hoped was the same direction I left in, it's quite easy to get lost when you can use the sun as a point of reference. Now the jungle is big, dark and scary plus you hear all kinds of sounds while you trek through it but my ears caught the distinct sound of crackling. Not the dry leaves and twigs kind of crackling the distinct crackling of a fire, and intercutting that sound of a fire was the sound of voices.

The voices were unlike anything I have heard, not that I'm a linguist expert but this language wasn't anything I recognized. So I slowed my pace down and slowly crept my way towards the sounds until I was just inside the tree line able to see them without being spotted myself. There where three men sitting around a very small fire. They wore what would could only be described as rags and were stained the color of dirt and soil. The three of them were talking animatedly about something that must have big considering how one of them spread their arms apart.

I worked up the courage to leave my cover and talk with the haggard men but stopped before even picking up my legs when a giant ant had emerged from the ground. The bug was the size of a pickup truck with mandibles around a doors length. One of the men never even got a chance to run before being bisected and letting out the most guttural screech I've ever heard. I couldn't move the blood sprayed out of the guy combined with his scream paralyzed me. I could only move my eyes and that was only greeted with the sight of another man being shredded by the insects mandibles. The last man noticed me behind the tree and ran over to me in what I could only assume was seeking help, he shouted in his unfamiliar language sprinting with all of his heart.

He passed me and shoved me down as a sacrificial meal and distraction so he could continue to run in this death jungle. To his credit it worked I could see the ants head move from him down to me. My eyes meat the beads of black on its head and like magic I could move. I scrambled all I could backwards trying to move away from the beast with all my might. My hope died when my back slammed up against the bark of another tree and I watched helplessly as my escape route was just blocked and my executioner approached to me. Unable to look the ant in the face no longer I closed my eyes and cursed my luck.

The end never came. I heard multiple thuds and opened my eyes and the ant was slain with a multitude of arrows in its head and body not to mention the big rock spear piercing the ant completely. I sighed in relief and turned to look at my saviors but what I saw was definitely not what I expected.

Women with animal features sporting weapons and armors with the last guy tied up next to them.

Y/N: Uh hello, thanks for saving my life I really owe you, my names Y/N.

I figured I should at least thank them for what they did, and just like random men they responded with language I don't know.

Dog girl: ??????????????????????

Y/N: Sorry, I don't understand. Can you speak English?

I get it that was a really stupid ass question I fell through a hole in concrete landed in a jungle and saw a giant ant kill two men obviously they can't speak any fucking English.

My thoughts were interrupted when rope was tied around my wrists and I was yanked to the ground and dragged.

Y/N: What is going on what are you doing?

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(Brina POV)

The man was weird. I don't know how else to describe him. He wore robes I've never seen before, and he spoke a tongue unheard of by me nor my team. He kept shouting at us but never really struggled against us. Unlike his partner? No that wasn't right the man still wore our camps slave uniform and he claimed to have never met the other.

Now he's in the cell separated from the other slaves, since he had some sort of problem or situation to make him like that.

Lilia: Brina what's going on with the new one? Since we got back he's just been muttering under his breath. You sure he isn't chanting some kind of magic.

Brina: no Lilia he can't use magic he's a human and they have never had the ability to cast magic ever.

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(Y/N POV)

Despite being in a jail cell surrounded by stone walls and metal bars I've never felt more grounded and safe. The space gave me the time to work through all the shit I just went through. The death of two men then the imprisonment of girls with animal features, this was certainly not Kansas anymore. The small stone cell did provide me with a window and looking through it I could see a courtyard filled with men doing all kinds of physical labor being watched over by more of the guards I had been arrested by. There were also plenty of animal women not in a guards uniform occasionally pointing at a man and either laughing or looking very intently at them

It was at that point I knew I couldn't be here any more I needed to get out. I needed to

Escape.

A/N: kind of a short prologue to this story. Would appreciate some constructive criticism, and if you have any theories or suggestions don't hesitate to state them I may use them as ideas.