The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a cozy room filled with warm sunlight. I was lying on a comfortable bed, my head throbbing with pain. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I noticed a kind-looking woman sitting beside me, watching me intently.

As I tried to catch my breath, the pain in my head continued to throb. Everything was still blurry, and I couldn't quite make out where I was. I tried to sit up, but the dizziness overwhelmed me, and I fell back onto the bed. As I lay there, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. A woman appeared in my line of sight, and she seemed to be speaking to me, but I couldn't understand what she was saying. She placed a cool cloth on my forehead and left the room.

I tried to sit up again, this time more slowly, and looked around the room. It was small but cozy, with a fireplace and a few pieces of simple furniture. There was a jug of water on a table beside the bed, and I took a long drink. The pain in my head was still there, but it had dulled somewhat. I wondered how long I had been unconscious and where Mogren was.

As I lay there, trying to make sense of what had happened, the door opened, and the woman returned, followed by an older man. They were both speaking to me, but again, I couldn't understand. The woman gestured to the bandage on my head and then to the jug of water, indicating that I should drink more. The man inspected my wound and nodded before leaving the room.

I was grateful for their care, but I was also starting to feel uneasy. I didn't know where I was or what had happened. The woman appeared to be in her mid-40s, with warm brown eyes and gentle features. Her hair was pulled back into a braid, and she wore a simple tunic and trousers. She approached me with a kind smile and began to speak in a language I couldn't understand. Despite the language barrier, her soothing voice and gentle touch put me at ease.

While she was watching me, I drank some more water, and it was maybe the best water I have ever drunk in my life. As I drank it all, I started to feel the hunger, after all, who knows how long it was since I last ate.

I looked at the woman and tried to convey my need for food through gestures and pointing at my stomach. She seemed to understand and left the room, returning shortly with a bowl of some sort of stew.

As I ate, I couldn't help but feel a strange comfort around her. It was as if I had known her for a long time, even though we had just met. And there was something else, a hint of something supernatural that I couldn't quite put my finger on. But for now, I focused on the warmth of the stew and the comfort of her presence.

But soon the woman left, taking with her the comfort I felt, and once again I started to think about the fact that I´m so far away from everything I knew. I needed a game plan, a way to stay alive in this new world. I needed a way to communicate, but that would take time. Slowly, I got up looking for some clothes, as I was only in my underwear.

I found some simple clothes that fit me and started to explore my surroundings. As I opened the door, I found myself in a narrow hallway with doors on either side. I peeked into one of the rooms and saw that it was empty, with nothing but a small fireplace and some basic cooking utensils.

I continued down the hallway and found a larger room with more furnishings, including a map of the surrounding area hanging on the wall. I studied it, hoping to find some clue as to where I was, but the symbols and names were all unfamiliar to me. As I turned away from the map, I saw the woman again, standing in the doorway. She gestured for me to follow her, and I hesitantly obeyed.

We walked out and through the village, and I couldn't help but notice that everyone seemed to be staring at me, as if they had never seen a stranger before. Eventually, we arrived at a large building that appeared to be some kind of communal gathering place. The woman led me inside, where I saw a group of people gathered around a table, talking and laughing. They all fell silent as they saw me, and the woman whispered something to them in their language. I felt uneasy, like I was an outsider in my own body.

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They where looking at me as exprecting something from me, so i tried with "Hello?" They all repeated after me, one by one, but clearly not understanding the word. I noticed one of them was holding a book. He was medium height, skinny man, with a bit of grey in his hair, and sharp blue eyes, and equaly sharp nose.

They were looking at me as expecting something from me, so I tried with "Hello?" They all repeated after me, one by one, but clearly not understanding the word. I noticed one of them was holding a book. He was medium height, skinny man, with a bit of grey in his hair, and sharp blue eyes, and equally sharp nose.

I looked at the man with the book and pointed at it, asking if I could see it. He handed it over to me, and I started flipping through the pages. It was filled with strange symbols and characters that I couldn't make sense of. I looked back up at the group, trying to think of a way to communicate. I pointed at myself and said my name, hoping it would help them understand. They repeated my name, but it was clear they didn't understand its meaning.

I pointed at the book, and said "Book", they repeated, I pointed again looking at them, and the skinny blue eyed one said something that sounded like graam, so repeated it. He smiled, so I guess I have a word for a book now in this new language. We started going around the room and I learned the words for a table, chairs, mugs, and a lot of other things. After every word that I got right I said "Yes", and when I missed, I said "No" until they understud the the yes-no combination. Now I was getting somwhere.

I pointed at the book, and said "Book", they repeated, I pointed again looking at them, and the skinny blue eyed one said something that sounded like graam, so repeated it. He smiled, so I guess I have a word for a book now in this new language. We started going around the room and I learned the words for a table, chairs, mugs, and a lot of other things. After every word that I got right, I said "Yes", and when I missed, I said "No" until they understood the yes-no combination. Now I was getting somewhere.

As I continued to point and repeat words, I began to feel a sense of progress. It was a slow process, but it was something. The group of people seemed patient with me, and the blue-eyed man even seemed to take a liking to me. I could feel myself becoming more comfortable around him, almost as if there was something supernatural drawing me to him, but not as strong as with the women before. But I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. By the end of the session, I had a handful of words under my belt and a basic understanding of how to communicate with these people. It wasn't much, but it was a start. I smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment, and they smiled back at me. It was a small victory, but it was mine.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, I slowly but surely learned more of their language. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough to get by. The villagers had taken me in, and I had been working odd jobs around the village in exchange for food and shelter. I had made friends with some of the villagers, and had even learned their names.

The woman's name was Mitilda, the blue eyed man was Lukac, and they where my first help in this world. I slept in a bed in Mitildas house, she was a widow I later learned. I did some work every day for her, doing odd jobs, like collecting firewood near the village, and all the other stuff that was needed, and I could do.

I felt grateful to have found such kind people in this strange new world. However, there were a few villagers that made me feel uneasy whenever I was around them. It wasn't anything they said or did, but rather just a strange sensation I felt in their presence. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it made me wonder if there was some kind of magic at work in this village. Despite my curiosity, I knew better than to ask about it, not wanting to offend or scare the villagers.

In time I started to notice, that with Mitilda and Lukac I felt the sense of comfort. With one hunter by the name of Bal, it was like a sense of speed, like the world rolled faster around me, and with some like Mork the carpenter I felt the sense of strength.

I never did find out what happened with Mogren, and when I mentioned his name, the villagers just shook their heads and looked away like that was some kind of a taboo.