After a small amount of time riding the   horse with the random guard we arrive at the carriage.  oddly enough it seems to be a convoy. 3 horse drawn and one small wagon at the back with a long eared donkey, or is it? it has a dog's snout which i find odd.  the man lifts me up i was going to  break his arm but he seemed to have no ill intent and since i went to such lengths to be gentle i let it slide, ahh but if his hand were any farther up id have put his head in his boot.

an elderly lady who introduced herself as Selma took me from the man.  apparently i'm rather light as i was sure her arms would snap even lifting a normal child my size. either that or she is stronger that what she seems.  she handed me a red fruit i think their called apple's i don't know.  i took it anyway no reason to turn down something that's free.  as i thought this a few men come to see the cause of their sudden halt.  the guard still near me seemingly warrie of me,  or many of the men who showed up.  the pudgy man with a hook mustache comes too see me.  by now i've  been covered in small blanket though ive no idea what the fabric is it feels nice though.

"so who is this lil'missy"(puggie)

"she says her name is lily.  master merchant"(Guard 1)

"lily huh? hello! my name is jackson, Jackson luster!"(Puggie/Jackson)

"Lukrua,  call me Lukrua"

"lukrua huh? don't know that name. but whats a young'ling like yourself doing out in these wood's and on top of that naked ta'boot"  

at those words one of the men behind him gets a disgusting grin as he turns towards me.  though for some reason his eyes widen in shock.  he turns to talk to the older man beside him in hushed tone.

"found myself  in the wood's. that's it" i'm not much for talking id rather they just ignore me so i can simply observe them.

"here dear i've found ya' some cloths their a tad' big fer' a youg'n like yourself"(selma)

i look at the skirt and large shirt.  a frown must have shown on my face as selma's face looked a little worried. i didn't  notice she was searching for cloths.  my senses must have dulled.  but i can still feel my full strength and mana. guess ill need too work to sharpen my body as well as adapt too it.

"is there something  wrong?"(Selma)

"i wont wear a skirt" i reply

"but your a girl dear you should wear proper attire"(selma)

"she's right you know girls should wear things meant for girls"(puggie)

"i wont do what i wont do"

"now now girly you should just do as your told"(elderly man)

"thats right! its better than going without cloth's"(disgusting man)

their incessant protest about my attire is aggravating me.  'am i not allowed to wear what i please?' as i'm thinking this an odd burning sensation erupts in me.  as if my strength is being sapped. 'this feeling i don't like it' Selma turns around back to were it seems she got the cloths from.  after pulling out some short trousers she grabs a long thin piece of cloth.

"i really think girls should wear skirts but i can't force ya' dear"(selma)

"now your spoiling her! she needs to learn this world isn't sunshine and rainbow's"(disgusting man)

"now now, its not so bad to let her be comfortable"(selma)

"psshh' you need to be more str-"(disgusting man)

interrupting him was the guard. this pulled a faint smile from me. '....what is this? usually this would nary be enough to pull such a visible response from me' ignoring my inner turmoil the guard finished getting the conversation back on track.

"we have stopped for too long i understand i was the cause but now that she is safe we should be moving there may be eyes"(guard 1)

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"he is right we shouldn't dawdle any longer"(Elderly man)

"Sigh* fine lets move it then"(trash)

i've decided ill refer to this one as trash. after chuckling in my mind i notice trash giving me another disgusting look, truly befitting his new title.  after the caravan starts moving again selma helps me put on the proper attire.

"do you have a mask?" i ask selma

"...a mask?"(selma)

such a puzzling look she is giving me.

"yes something to cover my face, do you have one?"

"ahh...no dear i'm sorry"(selma)

"no no its perfectly fi-" i stop myself near the end. earning an odd look from this lil'old lady 'why would i concede?' while lost in thought selma finishes tying the sash around my waist too told up the incredibly large trousers. we must have hit a bump on  the road as the whole carriage shook the man driving it calls back to selma.

"looks to be slightly bumpy ahead dear best be wary"(odd man)

"ahh, thank you sweets ill heed your advice. come lukrua sit here we wouldn't have you getting hurt from a sudden stumble"(selma)

she says gesturing me to sit on her lap

i comply, not because i want too of course. but her lap looks warm and i've been feeling cold since i've entered this body. after a while of listening to selma talk about stories and sometimes discussing things with the man, most likely her husband.  i never understood why they would form such a worthless bond.  pushing away such thoughts i find my eye lids oddly becoming far to heavy. 'what is happening too me this feeling is most uncomfortable' closing my eyes to escape the weight and discomfort i find myself lost in what seems too be my thoughts.  but these thoughts accompanied by images feel so vivid.  

i find myself in an odd place chained by my feet and hands.  while i watch a much darker me control my body causing chaos with my own hands.

"what are you doing?" i ask

getting no responce i try to struggle.  to my dismay my body won't respond.

"why can't i move! who are you!? Stop making me do these things!" i screamed

after awhile o repeating my struggles and my one sided questioning with no answers i look at what these foggy black arms are making me do. many gray shadow's with rows of teeth seem to be running around some moving away from me, others slowly approaching. one by one they fall by my hands.

"why do you force me to fight! when i can do this myself!?" i yelled this expecting nothing again

i received a disembodied chuckle that sounds like my voice. looking around i see a dark face appear with a slight grin watching this they remove some sort of veil from my head and gesture me to look forward. as i turn my head the world seems full of color mostly read as i see the littered bodies of soldiers and people all around. HUMANS! i remember such a scene or i believe i do.

confused i feel a pain in my chest not understanding i start screaming for what seems like an eternity. i bolt up from the place i was just at 'what? i'm back here? were was i?' looking around i notice selma next too me sleeping with a blanket around us. sleeping it seems. 'hmm what was that? a spell? did they cast some sort of teleportation spell after i closed my eye's?' thinking this i go to the back of the carriage.

it seems we have stopped in the night i see a fire a little ways away. the 3 men i saw today are there chatting.

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Lonelywolf here soo um lemme know if you like this as i don't know if i should keep posting these since this is my first novel id like too know if ppl like it and if not why