Annabelle Johnson/ Ashla Kolsdottir
Ann woke with a start when she was ripped from her dreams and thrown into an icy bed of wet dirt and debris, biting winds whipping around her. Immediately she scrambled backwards and assumes a fetal position to escape the sudden cold and shock
Of course, nothing to do about the shock of being thrown from one world to another, but the cold never came. Ann looks down to her thin pajamas, or where her pajamas should be, anyways, only to rest her eyes on thick leather and wool wrapping a muscular body that seemed to be attached to her.... Ann's eyes widen and she lifts her hands to flex the gloved digits. What happened? Where..... What am I?
Through the shrieking winds, a faint voice can be heard out from the maelstrom. "Help me." The words are impossibly faint, yet somehow they are perfectly clear in Ann's ears. She looks around, a newfound sense of urgency and heroism broiling in her chest. "Where are you? Don't panic, I'm coming!" Just get out of here!!! A tiny voice screamed in the back of her head, but Ann somehow knew that she shouldn't.... or couldn't?
As she stumbled about, clumsy in her transformed body, a realization finally dawned on Ann and she reached backwards, cold steel meeting her hand. The sword she brought from the scabbard on her back sparked recognition in her mind. This is Ashla's sword! She stopped in her tracks, and looked down at herself once again. Then I'm.... But she knew this would have to wait as through the gale, a form was visible standing shakily in what seemed to be the calm of the tempest. Ann-.... Ashla replaces her sword upon her back and swiftly but gracefully makes her way to the figure.
Almost like stepping inside from a storm, the winds subside and the debris all but vanishes; Ashla stands in the eye of the storm, and as she stares in awe at the cacophony that rages all around, but not with her. The warrior maiden looks up at.... a young girl? Ashla takes a few cautious steps towards the distraught teenager and reaches out gingerly. Why would anyone be here in this storm? More importantly, how?
"You called for help? It's alright, I'm here. How did you come to find yourself in such a place at such bad timing?"
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