The Middle Ages

You find yourself in a large grassy clearing surrounded by dense forest. Looking back, you see that you emerged from a small rocky outcrop jutting out from the ground. The ruins you'd been exploring are nowhere to be seen. In fact, as you take in your surroundings, you realize that not only is there no sign of human habitation, the air is far cooler and dryer than anything you'd expect to see in this part of Mexico.

Still feeling a bit dazed from your fall, you make your way towards the woods, hoping to find something, anything, to help you figure out where you've ended up.

You stumble through the forest for what seems like an eternity; gnarled roots and dense underbrush threaten to pull you down with every step, but at long last, you come across what looks like a road carving a straight line through the trees. With a sigh of relief, you begin limping down the road, hoping to find somewhere to rest before nightfall.

You walk for nearly the entire afternoon before emerging from the forest into a large field. In the distance, there is a one-story farmhouse with a few outbuildings off to the side. As you make your way over to the building, you see that it's construction is completely foreign to this part of the world. With log walls and a thatch roof, it looks more like something out of medieval literature than anything else.

**** for answers, you hobble up to the front entrance and knock tentatively on the thick wooden door.

"Looking for something?" A feminine voice asks.

You turn and find yourself face to face with a young woman in a loose-fitting brown smock. Despite the dirt and sweat, you see that she's actually quite attractive, with brown hair, grey eyes, and a light dusting of freckles.

"Are you looking for something?" She asks again, resting her pitchfork against her shoulder.

"Sorry to bother you, but can you tell me where I am?" You ask, warily eyeing the farm implement.

"Well, first and foremost, I'm Sarah Longhouse, and this here is my farm. Just down the road over yonder, you'll find the town of Sally's Pasture, and beyond that, the capital city of Ariavel."

"Sorry, my name is Bradley Jones, it's a pleasure to meet you, Sarah," you say, finally remembering your manners. "I was actually curious as to what country this is."

She stares at you blankly for a few seconds. "This is the Queendom of Askeria, of course." Her look of suspicion turns to one of genuine concern: "Are you alright?" She asks, setting aside her pitchfork and walking over to you.

Up close, you realize she's quite tall for a woman, maybe six feet, and lean, but with an impressive chest that you can just make out under her baggy smock.

"Let me take a look at that," she says, gently taking your head into her hands and examining the large gash on your forehead.

"If we don't patch that up soon, it'll scar. Why don't you come inside and I'll see about getting you sewn up?" Without waiting for a response, she takes you by the arm and gently but firmly leads you into the house.

The cottage is a clean but otherwise unremarkable building with a large bed on one side and a fireplace and dining table on the other.

"Take a seat over there while I get something for your head," she gestures to a simply made but sturdy-looking chair on the far side of the room.

You do as she says and let out a relieved sigh at finally being off of your feet. A few minutes later, Sarah returns with a damp cloth and a needle and thread.

"Hold still; this is going to sting," she warns as she begins carefully wiping the dirt and grime from your wounded head.

As she works, you can't help but stare down the top of her smock at her impressive chest. Her breasts truly are amazing—pale, with the same dusting of freckling that adorns her cheeks, and topped with two of the most delectable pink nipples you've ever seen. Realizing what you're doing, you look up at her to see if she's noticed, but if she has, she gives no outward indication. When she finally finishes tending to your head, you can't help but feel a little disappointed at losing the spectacular view.

"Rest now. I need to bring in the sheep, but I'll be back to check on you in a few hours." With that, she turns and walks out the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Despite the millions of questions running through your mind, you quickly fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.