The young lady was on her way home when suddenly the sidewalk collapsed and she fell into a hole.
When she awakens she sees nothing but grass for miles. She decided to start walking not knowing where she was going.
Eventually she found this village. She made her way and noticed that the people were not wearing clothed in a manner like her, "I must have entered a medieval fair," she concluded.
Many took notice of her and gave her weird and astonishing looks.
She found my tavern and ordered a sandwich. She looked around for something called a phone but none of us knew what she was talking about. A male human asked if she was mage but she answered no.
"Here's your food," I said.
"Ah thanks I'm starving."
We observed her eating politely. "Well at least she has that going for her," my employee Milly says to me.
"I wonder if her clothing is from the Eastern Continent," I say.
Once she's done eating, I hand her the bill and she hands the money which was green paper and had strange people on it, humans though.
"What sort of currency is that?"
"It's plain old American money," she answers.
"What's American?"
"Oh, oh right I forgot we're in Medieval Europe. America is part of a continent that has yet to be discovered."
"Europe? What is Europe?"
"You know Europe! And I'm assuming we're in England, Camelot. But I don't recall Camelot having elves or dwarves.
"Um no this is Chia Village and this is our currency." I reach into my pocket and pull out some bronze, silver and gold coins.
"Well um, you see I don't have any of that."
"Well unless kin comes to give you money you will not leave here until you've paid off your debt."
She was stiffed in place. "Um if you could just lend me a phone."
"We already told you we don't know what this phone thing you speak of. Is it a magical device?"
"Oh to you yes but to me its modern convenience."
"So money or work?"
"Um I guess work. You guys are really doing a great job with the acting."
I gave her a perplexing look.
"Do you by chance have a map of the fair. Oh I mean Chia Town?"
Milly handed me a map and I presented it to her.
"Um this isn't a map of the fair, unless it's bigger than I expected."
"You're here, and this map is of the entire Western Continent."
"This doesn't look like Europe or America."
"We know not this Europe or America you speak of."
"Oh come on now, even if you are medieval you aren't isolated, there were those before you that traveled into Asia and Africa."
"What are these places you speak of, wench?"
"Ok this joke has gone far enough."
"I really haven't the faintest idea of what babbling about, wench."
She rolls her eyes. "There are seven continents."
"Are ye mad wench? There's only four continents, the west which we live in, east, north and south."
"Fine you're really taking your roll seriously. Anyways I guess given the present time you believe there's only four continents, Europe, Asia, Africa and Oceania."
"Um those aren't the names of our continents, they're just West, East, North and South."
"Sigh fine I'll play along."
"Good because jesting mad will not keep you from paying off your debt."
"Fine show me to the kitchen, boss man."
"This way. By the way, what is your name? You have one right, wench?"
"It's Felicia."
And so the strange wench went about working. During her time here she kept asking for this strange thing called phone. But none knew what she was on about. After a week had passed it finally sank into her head that this was no act, this was life, our life.
She explained to me that her world was called Earth.
The wench was nice but timid, I pondered keeping her around since she paid off her debt but then the brigands attacked and that was the last I saw her. Figured she would be dead or worst but then she comes back as the Dark Lady.
****
"And just how long are you going to keep telling that worthless story, uncle?" Olaf demands.
"As long as those wish to hear it," Ragnar answers.
"It will do you no good, there are those who wish you'd slay her before she became the Dark Lady."
"Shedding of innocence blood is not something I'd ever do, did you not hear the story?"
"Of course I heard it many times from you!"
"Well clearly you didn't harken to it's lesson."
Olaf rolls his eyes, "Clearly it did nothing to aid us!"
"Clearly it did, by showing Felicia kindness she did not besiege us or any of the dwarven relms."
Olaf rolls his eyes again. "Clearly the only reason we're still alive is that we surrendered after the SOTL wedding massacre. How many of our people were slain, huh? And you sit here praising her!"
"Peace you two," Milly says "The Dark Lady is gone now, be happy."
"That doesn't change anything, Milly!" Olaf exits the table, takes his wine and leaves.
"Wait Olaf, wait!"
"Let him be Milly."
****
Olaf drains the entire the bottle and accidentally throws it into a window. "Oh bother!" He tries to run but was completely drunk and is arrested for disorderly conduct.
The next day he's released but not before paying the fine. "Now get out you disgrace!"
"Oh I'm a disgrace, what does that make you, coward!" he thought.
He wonders around Dwarfheim full of indignantion. He like everyone had looked in the sky and saw the Elf Elena fight the Dark Lady and she wasn't alone, there were other elves, men, even an orc but one from the SOTL was missing from the fight and that was a dwarf, where were the dwarves in this fight?! None had appeared and what was worse is that the magical weapons the other elves and men were using came from Mount Dwarfense, birthplace of the dwarves. He heard that a party was supposed to go there and reclaim their home but instead they backed out. Instead of dwarves setting foot in their ancient homeland it was elves, men and a vile orc!
He suddenly notices a large gathering of dwarves. "What's going on?"
There standing at a podium was a dwarf cladded in armor. "Fellow dwarves, as you all know the Dark Lady is no more but her forces still remain, a large bulk of them are at Elftoria, King Gai and Queen Shantora of the Elves plan to retake her homeland, the three dwarf kings have agreed to lend her aid, if any of you wish for blood the time is now! Join up and fight!"
Olaf smiles, this was it, the moment he'd been waiting for. He enters the line and signs his name.
"Report tomorrow to the garrison!"
That night he informs his uncle and friend Milly.
"How could you do this?" Milly exclaims.
"Well I figure why waste time here when I could be out there making a name for myself."
"This isn't a game it's war! Ragnar say something!"
"What can I say it's his decision even if it is stupid!"
"Oh fighting to protect is stupid?!"
"Olaf, they're not attacking us. It's better to live and let live."
"Well I cannot agree with that, I will go! No more sitting by. I'll show everyone the strength of the dwarves! Farewell, the next time we meet I'll be bigger than Elena!"
"Olaf wait!"
