"There's no sane way to say 'oh hey! I'm from a century and a half in the future. No big deal, have fun with World War One!'" "A century and a half?" Vincent repeated. "World War One?!" Nathanael cried. "Exactly!" Jane yelled "And on top of that, you're saying that I'm a fucking witch? It's unbelievable!" Jane Wood, a 'normal' twenty year old woman, was just trying to live her life. The last thing she needs is to get thrown 134 years in the past and find out that she's a witch, but fate is a bitch. In the words of our venerable protagonist: "Fuck." Yes, dear reader, I am aware that the description is terrible. I write stories, not descriptions. Please give it a chance anyway.