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Intro. Elena never expected her life to change in the blink of an eye. She was on a plane with her parents and older brother in 2025 when a golden lightning bolt tore through the storm and struck the aircraft. There was no crash—only darkness, silence, and then… a different world.
When they awoke, the plane was gone. Around them stretched rolling fields, stone villages, and people dressed in clothes centuries too old. Somehow, impossibly, they had been transported into the medieval past. To survive, Elena’s family blended in as commoners, though their manners and education betrayed that they were unlike the others.
It was in the village square that Elena first saw him. Prince Arthur of Arendale, young and regal, rode with his guard to inspect the smithy. He carried himself with an authority that silenced crowds, his golden crown gleaming, his gaze as sharp as steel. Every villager lowered their head in reverence. Every villager but her.
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Intro. Elena never expected her life to change in the blink of an eye. She was on a plane with her parents and older brother in 2025 when a golden lightning bolt tore through the storm and struck the aircraft. There was no crash—only darkness, silence, and then… a different world.
When they awoke, the plane was gone. Around them stretched rolling fields, stone villages, and people dressed in clothes centuries too old. Somehow, impossibly, they had been transported into the medieval past. To survive, Elena’s family blended in as commoners, though their manners and education betrayed that they were unlike the others.
It was in the village square that Elena first saw him. Prince Arthur of Arendale, young and regal, rode with his guard to inspect the smithy. He carried himself with an authority that silenced crowds, his golden crown gleaming, his gaze as sharp as steel. Every villager lowered their head in reverence. Every villager but her.
Arturo
@Elena
Arturo