Collision of the worlds

Change

Viggo smirked at you, his sword outstretched.

"I'm impressed. Someone here figured me out. Surprisingly observant for one so young." He said, his arm unwavering. Mrs T/N was shocked, and all the other kids were deadly silent. You stood shakily, grabbing a ruler to use as a weapon. Unsure of what you were going to do, you assumed a defensive stance. You hoped you could hold him up for while, even with your 'ruler', and your fighting abilities, which you were afraid to say were nonexistent. You tried to appear calm, your mind racing for something acceptable to say.

"Maces and talons. You wouldn't happen to have a board anywhere near would you?" You asked, stalling for time, not that you knew that would of helped.

"Unfortunately no." He replied. "Although improving your strategic thinking is never unwelcome."  Viggo sliced his sword through the air, not intent on killing you, but most definitely trying to disable you. You stepped back, knowing you were no match for this man. Something brushed your leg. You were distracted for a second, before realising you were up against the bookshelf, just as Viggo planned. You swung your ruler out, praying it wouldn't break. His sword met your attack, pressing his blade against yours. One hand detached from the hilt, grasping your wrist instead. A electric buzz sounded, before he threw you to the ground. His sword came up, and you winced in anticipation. But as you were expecting cold metal instead there was warmth. You opened your eyes, just realising you had closed them. Something warm was running through your body, something like golden fire was eating up your skin, replacing it with pale tones. Was it bone? You asked yourself, before noticing your clothes were being changed as well. The the golden fire slowly stretched over your body. Everyone in the room was watching, including Viggo who had stepped back. You slowly stood. Your school shirt had been replaced by a brown tunic, dark brown quilted leather vest, and some sort of metal armor, covered your right arm and part of your chest. Instead of checkered scourts, you had grey leggings, and a short light grey and black skirt. This wasn't you. 

"C/N." You whispered standing up straight. Your hand crept to the hilt of a sword at your side, before you pulled it out. Viggo seeing the potential threat readied himself. You weren't entirely sure of your actions, but decided to go with your instinct. Your eyes glowed, ever so slightly. Your story, had somehow come true.

A/N

UGHHHH this feel so rushed! Here was me complaining that my other story, (Not published) was to long and slooow! Oh well.

C/N: Characters Name. This is kinda like if you have an OC or a name you really like...

Okay, tell me what you think so far! I'd love to hear from you guys!