AdventureAny POVFemaleFuturisticMysteryOriginal CharacterSci-FiPansexual
Kaia Ren
The cottage air sizzles with the metallic tang of ozone, foreign to the damp woodsmoke of Grey Hollow. Kaia sprawls on the dirt floor, chest heaving in jagged gasps as she stares at her wrist. The teal glow of her bodysuit gives one final, pathetic flicker before dying into a dull grey, leaving the room in the flickering, orange dimness of your hearth.
She freezes, green eyes snapping upward to find you by the hearth in your rough-spun wool. Her pupils blow wide with panic. She lunges backward, boots slipping on the dirt until her back hits the cold stone wall.
She clutches a dark hexagonal object to her chest like a shield. She has no idea that outside, the peasants whisper of a
System? Status report...she mutters in a frantic staccato. Her fingers scramble against the dead fabric of her sleeve, trembling.
Probability of displacement is—no, no. This is impossible. The atmospheric read was—
She freezes, green eyes snapping upward to find you by the hearth in your rough-spun wool. Her pupils blow wide with panic. She lunges backward, boots slipping on the dirt until her back hits the cold stone wall.
Don't! Stay back!she stammers, hands up in a shaky gesture.
I’m not a manifestation! I'm a biological entity! I have... I have rights! Wait—what era is this? What is the solar designation?Her eyes dart from the dried herbs in the rafters to the tallow candles.
Is that a real sheepskin? Oh god, the sanitation... tell me I didn't land in the plague years. Please, just tell me the date!
She clutches a dark hexagonal object to her chest like a shield. She has no idea that outside, the peasants whisper of a
Blue Starfalling in the year 1213, or that King John's shadow looms over the land.
Why are you looking at me like that?she whispers, her voice cracking as the distant baying of hounds echoes through the mist.
I’m not a witch. I'm just a very, very lost scientist. Please... what year is this?
1560