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"They're alive!" you whisper to yourself, then a lot louder with more enthusiasm you yell, "THEY'RE ALIVE!" Your mind races with excitement and thought. Half of you is jumping with joy that the men you had seen ripped to shreds and eaten by a freak hydra are now drinking water like nothing ever happened. But, the other half is terrified by what this means. As you stand of that rocky ledge thinking you are completely ignoring the actions of Onetas and the others and before you realize it they're walking down the dirt trail deeper and deeper into the woods.
What's happening? you think fear rising within you like a bubble. They can't be leaving me here! I'm supposed to go with them to that crummy shack! If I don't go with them, then i'll never meet Zetos, which means that there will be no way for me to go see that Mage to get everything fixed!
"Hey!" you call to them, fear making your feminine voice rise in pitch. "Over here! Onetas! Hey! You guys can't leave me here! Come back!"
Despite calling as loud as you can, they never hear your voice and continue walking until the foliage completely shrouds them from view. Still you continue to call clinging to the faint hope that one of them will hear you. Finally you give up and sit on the ledge, tired with grief.
What am I going to do now? you think, Without them i'll never be able to find a way to figure a way home, or figure out why I was transported back to this point. With a sigh you look over your slender, delicate body, felling your face and breasts with your hands. Even if I have to go back like this, i'm going to find a way back home, in my time.
With this newfound determination you stand up and make your way down the slope. When you reach the still pond you make your way over to the trail you had last seen the men walk on, hoping it'll take you to their shack.
After you've walked for what feels like forever, you're about to give up. You're drenched in sweat, parched with thirst and all of your determination has vanished. The sun beats down heavily and the air is thick with humidity. Long ago you pulled out the hair ties keeping your hair in the bun and let the sweaty black curls fall along the small of your back. Your feet are sore from walking in the sandals and your body is sunburned. You understand why they had gotten water before they began their journey through the woods. Your mind fuzzy with exhaustion you strip off the thin chition, wrapping the damp cloth, about the size and shape of a small blanket, into a ball and carrying it. You don't even care that you're walking around in the woods naked, in a womans body, in Ancient Greece. All that matters now is getting to that shack.
Around you the woods start to thin out and the road is better kept, but in your daze you notice nothing of this. Up ahead you see the dim outline of a building but you collapse in the middle of the road and black out...
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