It was snowing when Drew awoke, a harsh blizzard which sapped all heat from him as he lay on the forest floor with only a sword in his hand and a vague understanding of who he was. He momentarily paused glancing upwards at a sky free of stars yet softly light by what seemed to be the Northern Lights.
With as much effort as he could manage Drew slowly began to pick himself up from the floor, brushing himself of the dirt and frost which clung to his navy green army jacket. He had no idea how he had awoken in the forest but there was no time to dwell on it, the storm was beginning to pick up and it wouldn't be long before frostbite set in.
He looked around at his surroundings when his eyes slowly came to rest on a stone building in the distance which emanated light. With a newfound resolve he slowly set off for what he hoped could be his safety.
The storm got worse and heavier as Drew slowly climbed the mountainous landscape towards what he realised was a castle. Guards in what appeared to be medieval armour paced along the walls, assault rifles in hand, it was at this moment that Drew's situation from bad to much worse.
A guard over looking the drawbridge spotted the navy green jacket among the white snow and issued a harsh quick command. Within seconds all assault rifles along the forward wall were pointed squarely at Drew, who had suddenly become aware of the red laser pointed directly at his heart and the weight of the metal sword in his hand.
Drew shouted a cry for help to no avail, the muzzle flashed and Drew took in his last breath...
And yet death never came, instead where there once had been open space there was a now a figure no older than Drew dressed in leather armour with twin daggers with ornate hilts and bright silver blades. The right blade appeared to be damaged with a bright orange mark where the bullet had struck it.
The figure glanced back at Drew and spoke quickly with appeared to be an English accent.
"Two seconds mate and we can talk". With movements faster than Drew's eyes could recognise the figure dressed in leather sheathed the the right blade in a black sheath which sat just below his hip before revealing a set of Kunai from a black leather pouch in his trousers pocket, he raised his arm and quickly threw each of the three kunai with quick succession as Drew watched those on the battlements fall backwards to their deaths.
With the blade still balanced in his left hand, he methodically marked a circle around himself in the soft dirt of the forest, and it may have been Drew's imagination but the dagger seemed to glow with a soft pale light.
The leather figure pulled Drew into the circle with little effort and within a heartbeat Drew found himself in a modern apartment overlooking the Thames in London which he had seen only before in his textbooks.
"Name's Wren. Can I get you anything to drink ?"
