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Myla had walked into the woods to get firewood for the stove when she heard a loud band. Startling, she drew her sword, which she kept with her at all times. Cathuna was going to be disappointed she missed out on the action, if there was any.
She crept the now familiar paths of the forest, before scaling a tree to get a birds eye view. Nothing as far as she could see, which, admittedly, wasn't a lot because of the trees.
Sighing, she climbed down. She kept looking, forgetting to redraw her sword. She came cross some old ruins that definitely were not in these woods before. Cautious, she examined them and carefully climbed them.
"Hello?" she called out, realising this was how every horror movie started, "nope." she said, going to climb off the ruins when a rock moved under her foot and she dashed her head on the rocks.
She shut her eyes to the pain and squeezed them hard, willing a headache to not begin. Myla let out a groan and slowly got up to peer at the sky. Which did not look like that when she closed her eyes. Groaning again, she got up to see where she was. She was surrounded by bodies. Weird ugly ones. But they looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place where from.
She wondered around not calling out for help due to the chance more of these guys were around.
She hear footsteps and snuck up to them. Two tall men were running away from her. A short one following behind. This scene felt familiar to Myla. uncertainty clouding her brain. Could it be...? no... She had read a couple fanfictions.... AND it had happened to her before.
Was she in the Lord Of The Rings universe?