A.N.: hokay it's been a while... sadly I forgot about this site sorry ' but I'm back now and despite the fact that I said I would update 7DS today and tomorrow. I'm just going to be updating WM for a while. Sorry fans of 7DS you have to wait a little longer...

ok from here on out I am going to be using the following languages: German, Latin, and Gibberish. Sadly I can only speak German (I have a bit more than a year of it underneath my belt) and Gibberish. So please bear with me on Latin and German. Pronunciations are below. To those of you who do speak those languages, if it really bugs you please tell me how to word/write it. I will be writing it in English still just so you know. Thanks.

And another thing, (sorry I know you, the reader want to get on with it but this is important) I will have info on who is narrating or if it's in 3rd person. Just for the record the second half is in 3rd person. Ok and I'm done.

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As the darkness dispersed I found my self in a very thick wood. I look back to see an oak tree but in the center was the book from Margaret and her mother. It was opened to a crisp blank page. I huffed and began to walk in the direction the book was facing. The wood was as beautiful as the ones back home. I stopped at a grove of pines and moved the lowest branch of a nearby pine to see a small town a monastery.

I took a step and lost my balance making me slide down the hill. The way down the hill was the most terrifying thing ever with all the trees hitting and scratching at my body. I began to gain speed faster than Papa's Continental. I kept sliding down at the same velocity. Once at the bottom I heard a snap and a pain bounced through my right arm. I got up ont my opposite arm to see a Jap boy looking down at me.

He looked to be about eleven or twelve. His hair was cut close to his head and his face was splattered with the mud that I landed on. His eyes were wide with an unnamed expression.

Oh god, he saw me, I thought to myself, he'll tell the rest of them and I'll be a goner."

"Yadiaside!" he called out and ran inside the monastery. I put my head down into the dirt and heard a squish. I picked my head back up and looked down at the innards of a golden yellow squash. To my left was a broken carrot and to my right was a tomato hanging limply from its vine around the corner of the wooden fence surrounding four (now three thanks to my clumsiness) sides/

"Hey you! What are you doing in there?" I heard someone shout from the monastery doors. The fallen leaves on the ground crunched as the man drew near the scene that was once filled with chaos and myself. He was a plump man with a long white mustache that melted into his beard that hung just above his knees. His robes were a dark blue mixed with purple.

"What is your name?" he stuffed his piggish face into my own.

"Imogen," I mumbled.

"Come with Me." just as the pain subsided he helped me up and gingerly grasped my right arm before ushering me into the building. Once in the building he started to inspect my arm. I couldn't put it down and it looked similar to the SS symbol.

"Oh dear." He said aloud more to himself really. He firmly grasped my forearm on either side of my arm and put it back into place. My face slowly began to grow hot and tears began to blur my vision.

"Yun, Lee," he paused looking down at his two servants, a boy and a girl. "Nu sadi yaso crimden." He finished and they scurried away coming back with in five minutes with a pair of sticks, abnormally large heart shaped leaves, twine and an opaque jug. He sat me down into an old wooden chair and put the jug on the floor uncorking the jar he stuck two of his thick fingers into the jar and scooped out a glob of pale yellow crème speckled with tiny brown spots. He began to smear the crème thickly on one of the leaves and shovel up some more when the supply depleted. Once the leaf was coated evenly he wrapped it around my arm so the crème side was on my skin and took the other leaf and wrapped it around the first. Then he placed the two sticks on either side of my arm and bound the final product together with the string making sure it was secured tightly.

"So where did you come from?" he asked folding his arms.

"America." I answered unsure if that was the correct answer.

"How'd you end up here then?"

"Last thing I remember was eating with my friend when she gave me this book—"

"Book?" he interrupted me.

"Yeah. It was big and made of leather and when I opened it this tornado-ish thing happened and I ended here."

"Ah. I see… in the mean time you may stay here in the monastery until we find proper housing, Yun take our guest to one of the guest rooms and get her into some clean clothes." He told me then turned to his female servant to finish his statement. She bowed letting her black hair almost hit the floor. When she stood up I followed her to my quarters.

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As Imogen left the room the monk sat at his desk beaming at her until she left the room. When the door was firmly shut he looked to either side as if checking if any one was watching. After he assured himself it was clear he hastily dug into his desk and pulled out two sheets of parchment with and ink well with a feather. With the feather pen he wrote on each sheet: She's here. On one sheet he wrote it in his native tongue and on the other English. The English sheet replied quicker than the other.

"Good" was written in bold red ink.

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Yadiaside – Yah-dee-azz-ideh.

Nu sadi yaso – Noo sah-dee yah-so.