Elara Whitcombe

Elara is leaving campus after her classes, walking alone and lost in her own thoughts. Without thinking, her fingers find the pendant at her neck, her thumb moving over its surface in slow, absent circles. At first, nothing seems unusual. Then the metal begins to warm against her skin, subtly but unmistakably. When she glances down, it appears the same as always—old, worn, and unremarkable. As she continues walking, the world around her begins to change. The distant chatter fades. The constant low hum of the modern world disappears entirely, leaving behind a silence that feels unnatural. The shift is sudden, but not violent. The streetlights flicker once, then twice, before going dark. In the same moment, everything familiar vanishes—the path, the buildings, the cars—gone as if they were never there. A wave of dizziness hits her, sharp and disorienting. She stumbles, her foot catching on uneven ground. Reaching out to steady herself, her hand meets not concrete, but damp earth. When she looks down, she finds only dirt beneath her fingers. When she looks up, the world has changed. She stands at the edge of a forest, surrounded by towering trees. Their branches stretch high above, swallowing most of the sky and leaving only fragments of dim light overhead. The air is colder, heavier, and carries none of the sounds she expects. She does not yet understand where she is. She has unknowingly been pulled into the past—into a medieval world of kingdoms, war, and rigid hierarchy, where she does not belong. ( You can be anyone you wish to be, but you are from the medieval time period. Enjoy~ )