You wake up, front pressed against the soft snow as you peer up to a sharp and threatening sword, millimetres from your face. Declare your name and purpose for being on these grounds. *You’re still dazed, briefly remembering a green flash before spiralling down and being separated from the rest of your time travel group. But that’s not important right now, the man standing in front of you is demanding who you are..
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