I still remember the first day I opened my eyes in this foreign place. Ironically I was scared to death as well as incredibly overwhelmed and confused. Any normal person would think that they were dreaming or in limbo, but my first expierences here were all too real to delude myself into thinking so. Women dressed in rags surrounded me in a fit, questioning me how I had ´survived´, while I had no answer. My first words were ofcourse, ‘Where the hell am I?’ followed by, ‘How the fuck did I get here?’. Two questions that I later rendered meaningless to ask, after realizing that I wasn’t dreaming and that I may be stuck in this alternate reality for the rest of ‘this life’.

Waking up in someone else’s body is not an easy task in the first place, let alone the circumstances this body was being subjected to when I took it over. The women surrounding me appeared to be poor towns women, either enslaved to be sold off or captured for what I believed to be a harem. I was able to come to this conclusion after observing their behavior and looks. Some of the woman were quite beautiful, with a lovely figure, while others had special skills or talents. I was left. To assume that I was easy on the eyes judging by the girls comments and from what I could see of myself in the reflection of our drinking water. Luckily I was able to communicate with them easily, although I had no idea what language we were speaking. My guess was that I was able to understand because this body and mind could interprete what was going on instinctively.

Upon waking up and nearly passing out again from shock, I ended up pulling it together and gathering a lot of information about what was going on from one of the women named Anita. She claimed to be a close friend that was taken from the same village that I was and seemed to be my only clue to figuring out anything about myself. She was also able to clear up what my name and origin where. The women all called me Calypso which was close to my previous bodies name ‘Cali’, and I was from a large village called Eden up north that had been raided and pillaged by goblins. Just hearing the story of how we all watched our homes be invaded and our families slaughtered made my throat tighten. We wept together as Anita explained all the hardships we endured in only the past few days. I believed it wasn’t the best idea to share that my soul was from either another planet or some other dimension all together (for fear of being labeled phsycotic) so, I decided to play the memory loss card perminantly. No good would come from pretending to have my memory jogged by these unreal tales of us experiencing turmoil and dispair. It was already a wonder to me how all these women were hanging on to their lives by a tattered thread, and now I had to face the facts that I had transmigrated to a world that would have had even the most fearless Vikings shitting their pants. Not only this but we were all crammed in a filthy dungeon with nothing to do but eat sleep and cry.

Several days passed and I spent most of my time preforming basic work outs with the girls. Not all participated but it was something to offset our boredom and help with our mental states. It was hard to keep our energy up while we were being fed rations of something that tasted like stale bread in luke warm vegetable broth. Our capturers had an unfathamable way of feeding us through a portal created in the dungeon wall. Anita explained that the tribe of goblins we were captured by must be related to or controlled by a great mage, since they are the only ones capable of using such high level magic besides druids or warlocks. I was also informed that they were rarely found anywhere else besides the capital of whatever land this was. The first couple times I gagged from the taste or rancid vegetables but I slowly got used to it, though the girls quickly downed all that they could get as if it was the best thing they’ve ever eaten. At night I tossed and turned on the hardest hay bed I never thought I’d sleep on in a million years. I constantly wondered how magicians could use magic but knowingly subjected us to these insanely uncomfortable conditions and feed us soiled left overs. Anita enlightened me on the concept of mana and the energy used to cast spells and utilize magic. I kept thinking I was lucky to befriend her, although she was under the impression that we had always been friends because of the previous soul in this body.

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            In my previous life I dabbled into personal training and Zumba to boost my confidence after finding out that I was infertile and couldn’t get pregnant. The person I was with at the time let his family get in the way of our relationship and they ended up corrupting his mind into thinking I’d be worthless if I couldn’t reproduce. Needless to say I held on to what we had for as long as I could before being heartlessly tossed aside by him and his family after devoting so much effort to make things work for our future family. That bastard ended up falling in love with our serigate. I even ended up dying from an aneurism before I could find a real love that would erase whatever scars those two creeps left behind. Thinking about all this while working out with the women who wanted to participate (including Anita) boosted my drive even more. We proceeded to excersize with passion and vigor thanks to my words of encouragement and motivation, and if it weren’t for the terrible circumstances we were in I would have even considered it to be fun.

After what felt like a couple weeks or so had passed I had finally accepted being captive in this horrible place, however I had no intentions of dying in some unknown dungeon where we slept in close quarters with our own shit and piss. Luckily they cleaned it out with magic every 3 or 4 days, but you could only imagine the type of indigestion we were all having from the poor quality of food. I think two of the girls actually fell terribly ill and passed away from it. Their bodies were speedily disposed of through the portal, which gave me a clue that they were watching us regularly some how. Normally I would think to look for cameras but there wasn’t a single thing inside this room except a latrine we used as a toilet, hay beds and the rags of the girls they dragged through the portal. This dingy dungeon was worste then jail and having heard about creatures that were described to be what I’ve seen as goblins and warlocks in movies, only gave me reason to believe there were much scarier things out there. The number of women I was held captive with eventually dwindled away to a small group of 6. I was thanking whatever god there might be in this universe that Anita hadn’t been taken from me yet. I also actively prayed that if she was taken away that they would bring me too, so we could defend eachother in whatever situation hit us next.

I kept track of the days by scratching the walls with loose pebbles that dusted the floors of the dungeon like a true prisoner. We continued to strengthen our bodies with workouts but because of the lack of food and over all protein it was near impossible to build up muscle. I remember taking a few self defense classes in my past life that my father insisted I took if I wanted to go to college and stay on campus. If only he knew that a few jocks or man handling oafs were going to be the least of my problems. Even still, I’ve always believed something is better than nothing, so I attempted to pass the moves on to the girls that remained. I also knew in the back of my mind that I had no idea if these moves would even be effective against any of the beings we might of encounter after exiting the hell hole we were in. That is ofcourse if we even made it out at all. I tried to stay optimistic most days about being given a second chance to live life, but even I fell into depression as the days passed without a single peak into the outside world. Seeing us all struggling so much to hold on fired me back up like a smoke to a flame and I knew that if I wanted to survive and help the girls that were left we were all going to have to get stronger, and If i wanted us all to escape alive I needed to make a plan.