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Greece

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Käti's P.O.V.

The side of my head was throbbing and screaming in pain as soon as I opened my eyes. Blood was trickling down the deep gash in the side of my head that one of the soldiers had given me. What was up with this? I can't seem to keep my head from getting the brunt of attacks.

Maybe I should start wearing a football helmet...like those NFL players do...I mean...I have more danger on a daily basis than they do...Yeah. I should get a football helmet...what color? ....I bet blue would go good with...Ah. Focus! 

I think these head injuries are affecting my clarity. I was god-knows-where, in pain and tied up. The last thing I should be thinking about are football helmets! 

I groaned. My wrists were already raw from being tied tightly to the pole behind me. My mid-thigh, blue dress that I'd put on this morning, thinking it was the perfect dress for the library, was ripped the whole way up the side to my waist and it was stained with blood and dirt and who knows what else. 

I shivered as a cold breeze came through the tent I was tied up in and hit my bare skin.I wished, and not for the first time in the past hour, that I was wearing more than this ripped dress and my black stillettos. 

You may be wondering what the hell is going on...welcome to my life. I had been at the library and then started disappearing. Who does that?! Disappear right in the middle of a library?....for that matter. Who just disppears at all?

I was roughly awake on a beach by a couple of drunk men dressed in Grecian soldier garb. My first thought was 'why the hell am I on a movie set for Troy???' But then I remembered my disappearing and was too shocked to do anything. 

The men had grabbed me and were breathing threatening comment in my face before ripping the side of my dress. I'm embarressed by how long it took for me, the assassin, to adjust. 

But as soon as they ripped my dress I was brought back to reality....or whatever this is. I grabbed the hair of one of the menm he howled, while swinging my leg to the other man's head, knocking him out. I didn't know there was a third man....but he must've hit me pretty good on my head because it knocked me out. 

 And now I'm here. Tied to a rough wooden pole in the middle of a dark tent, empty except a mat and a bowl in the corner, and a piece of fabric tied around my mouth. Guess they didn't want me screaming...

 As I struggled to get my wrists free, though I was sure it was impossible, I mentally cursed myself for listening to Drew and not taking my weapons to the library. He had laughed at me, saying "It's a library and your on break and I'm watching you....your not going to need your weapons." Little did he know...

Outside the tent I could hear the soldiers shouting and drinking to things I'd never heard of. It was distant though...I must've been placed a ways from thier camp.

I jumped suddenly as a dark figure suddenly walked into the tent. The tall, dark haired grecian soldier hesitated when he saw me. I couldn't see his face but I knew if he could see mine, I must look crazy right now.

I frowned...why would I look crazy? He was the one wearing centuries old clothing...I frowned deeper. A sick feeling hit my stomach as I got a strange feeling that I couldn't explain. What if I wasn't in the 20th century anymore...