My eyes flutter as I slowly sit up, holding a hand to my head. "What... Where... where am I? Hello? Helloooo?" The muted and soft greens of a forest surround me. "Huh." I look over to where my backpack would be, but it isn't there. Instead, a leather satchel is there. I nudge it with my toe and it flops open, showing a saber, a green greatcoat and... Okay, this seriously looks like Renaissance Festival clothing. Kinda like what a medieval messenger would wear. I hope I have a hair tie.... somewhere.... Or at least a brush! But as I root through the bag, nope. Zip. Zilch. Nada. But there is a plain, and heavy, silver handheld mirror. Maybe there is some order in this chaos. I hold it up and look at myself. Copper hair, blue eyes, a lot of freckles all over my nose, cheeks and under my eyes. Even that little scar on my lip is still there. Welp. Everything has changed... Except me. After going behind a screen of vines and changing, I walk out of where I woke up. Speaking of which, where the heck am I?....
[Woop de do and ta-da! I hope you enjoy the first entry of my story The Lost Girls! If you wanna add something to the ever-changing world of Magika, lemme know in the comments! :D]
