Chapter two: A time not her own

Megan's POV

My eyes opened to the sound of a bird chirping and the glare of the sun in my eyes.

Argh. How long have I been out?

I checked my watch, noon already? Why hadn't anyone come looking for me?

I looked around, trying to remember where I was. Instead of the rocky surface that I had been walking on all last night I was sitting in a large meadow of grass.

"Weird," I said softly to myself.

I got up and dusted of my jeans and my blue t-shirt and jean jacket. Looking around I spotted my backpack laying on the ground as few feet next to me. I picked it up and continued to look around, following a path that led up hill.

"I wonder where-"

My words were cut of when I reached the top of the hill, and my mouth flew open.

Instead of the campground there was a huge meadow that stretched for at least ten miles, and right in the middle of it was a couple dozen houses made of wood.

"Where the hell am I?" my voice was higher then I would have liked it to be.

My legs turned to pudding and I collapsed on the ground.

I didn't hear the sound of hoof beats approaching me from behind.

"Hello there," a soft voice made me jump.

When I turned around I saw an old woman and a young man that looked as if he could have been her son.

"Who are you?" the young man stepped in front of the old women and put his hand on something on his waist.

It was a sword.

A SWORD! In the year 2005? Why the hell would anyone be carrying a friggen sword?

"I'm Megan Evan's," I said quickly, "can I ask you something?"

The man growled, and the old woman rested her hand on his shoulder.

"Don't mind my son dear, he isn't too friendly around strangers. What is it that you want to know?" she smiled and my nerves calmed a bit.

"Can you tell me where I am?" I asked.

"You are just outside of the Kaki village of the Western Lands," she replied.

"Kaki village? Western Lands? What the hell are you talking about?" I replied shrilly.

The old women looked taken aback and her son drew his sword.

"How dare you use that language in front of my mother! You will pay!" he lunged at me with the sword and I screamed, ducking out of the way.

"You freak what the fuck are you doing swinging a sword at me?" I yelled.

He ignored me and swiped at me again, this time he caught my shoulder and I yelped in pain.

Deciding that he was serious I turned and ran into the forest that surrounded us.

He didn't follow.

When I was far enough away I stopped to look at my shoulder. It was bleeding, but it wasn't a deep cut. Pulling out my first aid kit I cleaned it and put a bandage on it.

"Stupid idiot, just wait until I call the cops on his sorry ass," I mumbled under my breath.

Before I could continue my pointless ranting I heard something move from behind me. I turned around quickly, pulling out my pocket knife, think it was the son.

But when I looked it was only a dog.

Or at least it looked like a dog.

It was definitely bigger then any dog I had ever seen. It's white hair seemed to twist out in all directions and…wait…did I just see three eyes blinking at me?

"Holy shit!" I breathed as three red eyes blinked at me.

I stood up slowly and began to back away from it.

"Good doggie. Such a pretty doggie. Doggie stay. Stay," I cooed at it and began to growl/

"Oh shit."

And with that I turned and ran, the thing close at my heels.

Why me? Why me? Where the hell was my class?

Please say I'm dreaming.

Suddenly I tripped over a tree root and went face first into the dirt.

"Perfect!" I exclaimed, "these were my favorite jeans!"

I twisted around when I heard a growl from above me.

I had almost forgotten about that dog thing. It was standing over me, teeth bared. It must have at least a hundred teeth in there! There is NO way that this thing is a dog. Maybe it's a bear, or some science experiment gone wrong.

I remember watching all the movies where people's lives would flash before their eyes just before they died. I had always thought that it was a bunch of bullshit until now. Seriously my whole flashed by me in like two second. Wow was it boring.

Then suddenly, the dog was gone. One minute it was about to rip my head off then it was being hurled into a tree with a sword through it's gut.

I was in shock. I had never seen a dead thing before. Sure the frogs in biology but this was disgusting!

A shadow loomed over me and I looked up into a pair of cold golden eyes framed by silver hair that almost reached the ground.

It was a guy. Maybe twenty, twenty two and wow was he hot! He had a well shaped face with high cheekbones and two scars on each of his cheeks that were shaped like claw marks. In the middle of his forehead was a tattoo of a crescent moon. And-

Was he wearing make-up?

Before I could analyze him more closely he retrieved his sword and turned to walk away.

"Hey wait!" I yelled and chased after him.

I caught up to him and walked beside him, trying to get his attention.

He was wearing a weird out fit. It was this big white thing with armor and two swords tied to his hip. He also had this big fluffy thing wrapped around his shoulders and waist.

"Um, excuse me," I said, "I just wanted to thank you. For saving me back there I mean."

No response.

How rude.


I waved my hand in front of his face and I noticed the muscle in his jaw tighten.

So he did know I was there, which meant that he was being rude on purpose!

"Look buddy I am trying to talk to you here!"

I tapped him on the shoulder.

I didn't even see it coming, his hand I mean. It just shot out of no where and grabbed my wrist.

Out of instinct I tried to pull away. But his grip on me was like iron.

"Don't touch me," his voice was low and cold.

"I won't if you won't," I gestured to his hand around my wrist.

He looked me in the eye and held on for a moment longer to make it clear that he didn't take orders. After a few seconds he let go. Then he walked away.

"Wait!" I went after him again.

He stopped and I almost ran into him from behind but I stopped my self just in time.

"I want to thank you for saving me," I said.

"You already did," he mumbled.

I nodded, "Yes but I never got a response."

He turned around and looked me up and down. I felt heat rise to my cheeks.

"Why do you dress so odd?" he asked after scanning my clothes.

"Me?" I asked looking at my jeans, "what about you? You look like someone from 1500!"

He raised an eyebrow at me.


There was an awkward silence before he spoke again.

"What is your name human?"

Human? What the hell was his problem?

"Um, it's Megan Evan's, you?"

"Sesshomaru. Lord of the Western Lands. "

Sesshomaru? What kind of name it that?

"Western Lands? Of what?" I asked.

His eyes grew colder. "Japan of course."


"Then what are you doing in Canada?" I asked.

He looked at me as if I was crazy. Well guess what? I m perfectly sane, the cat scan proved it!

"I don't know what you mean by this Ca-na-da, but you are standing on my land," he said sharply.

I looked around again. Now that I think about it, it does seem different here. The trees, weather, people. There wasn't a car in sight and-

Oh god.

"Um Sesshomaru?" I asked, my face chalk white, "what year is it?"

"It is the year 1505 of course."

Least to say I passed out. Again.