sleepwalker - Azorra

A thick red and black plaid blanket lay stretched out beneath the willow tree. Compared to the monstrous tree, Olwen looked very small. Her homework was scattered about the cloth, organized in a very disorderly way that only the creator would understand. Classes were not easy, as usual, and the amount of homework that teachers dumped onto them was, as usual, basically torture. Everything was easy to understand but the excessive amounts of out-of-class work that they demanded was rude. She had a life, or so she liked to believe.

Spring was coming but the bite of Winter still clung to her skin like morning dew. In fact, she had accidentally fallen asleep while working on Physics homework and woke up to find her hair crusty from the chill. The jacket on her back was thick and lined with fuzziness though she had forgotten to bring along a nice hat this year.

Evening had come early, or so it seemed, and she knew that eventually she would have to leave. Her bright sapphire eyes rolled upward to the sky and watched the world spin. Creatures of the island were beginning to wake up from their long slumber. All the while Olwen simply wished to find a warm hole to hibernate in herself. 

Azorra awoke slowly and as she realized where she was, she frowned, but sort of gotten used to the very loud noise. Vampira saw her and yelled over the noise. " We are almost there, but we can not go too close to the castle. " Azorra-Astrid nodded, having been told where they where going, before they took off. She and Vampira where the only ones in helicopter apart from the pilots. Soon they landed and the helicopter opened its cargo hold. It was a little past sundon as they finally let foot on the large island. " She that large bright area? That is the school, i told you about but you have to go alone now... i still have some business to take care of. " Vampira spoke and gently nodded before going back to the inside and they took off, without the cargo area closing. Vampira still had a mission and would be gone for a few days.
Azorra ran from the noise that started up again, but once the metal craft war far away, she slowed to a walk. 
She had her all of her Amazon gear with her and her viking fur coat and gloves, where covering her torso and head. She also had her mystical Hammer.
Azorra-Astrid was walking slowly, looking at the huge and beautiful trees. She was also involontarily streching and spreading her wings. She had to more about a bit. She also glanced at the bright Castle in the distance. Suddenly something hard hit her in the chest. It was not a hard hit, but the thing fell backwards gently. She gasped and jumped somewhat, but her warrior instincts also acted, reaching out to told the something from falling. She then looked at the something and froze in great surprise. It was a girl she nearly knocked over. She made an embarresed cafe. "By Hera! i meant no malintent, please forgive me. " She spoke after a long second of being literally speachless. She also used her wings to stabilize herself as she lost her balance a little. She then wanted to just run off but the girl was actually in her path some that would be very rude. 

A vibrant whirling sound gradually filled up her ears. With the branches of the willow tree in the way, she couldn't quite figure out where it was coming from. It eventually went away, whatever it was, and she returned to stuffing her pack with the mess of things that were scattered about the blanket. A powerful gust of wind blew by and sent one of her assignments flying. Her hand shot out and a bone rapidly sprouted from her finger tip and pierced the paper. Olwen slid the bone back into her skin and put the crinkled sheet into her bag. 

To her surprise, a girl/horse/bird knocked into her. Olwen's eyes remained in a calm state though her mind was racing. Never before had she seen someone who was basically a centaur, but with wings. The girl looked about her age but bore weapons and wore interesting clothing garments. Olwen stood up and smiled at the girl, only now noticing the fading helicopter in the background. "No harm done, and there's really no need to apologize. I'm Olwen, and who are you?"

As she studied the girl, she also closed her wings to not have it get caught in anything. She smiled at the girl who was around her own age and kind of clumsily took a step backwards. "I am called Azorra Astrid Olaffson... i am happy to met you. I was instructed by an instructor, to seek out Foresta Academy, but regrettably, i seem to have lost my path. Is it that illuminated fortress" She asked not too sure at the moment but spoke again. " I wish to enlist to the Foresta Academy, for i am in need of learning of how the modern era works. " She frowned somewhat sadly.
She could not get used to being ripped from her original era, twice for that matter and be thrust into such an advanced age. " If i am not a burden, would you be kind enught to guide be to the Foresta Academy? I would be most grateful " She smiled slightly, and nodded. She also thought for a second and grew a little hopeful. "Olwen... that name is most familiar... are you from the North? Another Viking perhaps? " She had a hopeful look on her face. She then waited for her answer and possible help. She however also looked at the girl and her clothing style. For Azorra-Astrid she was dressed very unusually. " What era is this, Olwen? " She involontarily asked, and should not really hold back on asking.


(i hope the post is not too terrible? ) 

Wings the length of the longest tree branches folded up and Olwen stared in amazement. A small sigh escaped her lips as she watched them disappear into a bundle of feathers. The young woman was very polite, asking questions about the school and whether or not she minded giving her the official tour and of course she couldn't deny her. Eager fingers made quick work of the mess that was on her blanket, shoving the papers into her bag and folding up the blanket up with care; it had been her mothers, according to her father. 

Olwen stood and gave the girl a small bow before replying to her questions, "You're correct, the castle behind us is indeed Foresta, and I would be happy to show you around the campus." She smiled brightly but her visage fell under a quizzical expression when she was asked if she was a viking and what era it was. What kind of journey did she go through to get here? Must be quite a story. "It's 2016, and I'm not a viking, sadly. I was born in the north though up in Scotland. Where were you born, Azorra?"

As the other girl stared at her wings, She grew very embarresed.  She looked down on the ground, lowering her eyes. Her eyes then caught the cloth and the writing on the strange rectangular tablets that where while. She wanted to ask what those where but had a feeling that she would be laughed at. She however did had a puzzeled look on her face as she studied those flying soft tablets that she easily picked up and stuffed into her travelling sack. 
As Olwen said she would be happy to give her a tour, she smiled softly." For your guidance, you have my gratitude. " She smiled also bowing a little but also could not really help asking the next thing. "What is this campus that you speak of? I hope it is not far from the Foresta Castle... i do not wish to venture from the correct path. " She spoke.
She then grew very serious and a little upset. "Great Hera! " She grunted in disbelive, shaking her head with wide eyes as she tried to understand what it meant for her.
It really did mean, that she had lost her home, twice, to a third era that she wfelt that she would never understand." Enchantress be cursed! " She muttered to herself, and did not really realized that she actually said it out loud. She looked at Olwen in a slightly sad look but faintly smiled. " Aye, Scotland is a most charming place, i had the chance to stay there for travels there. " She said focusing on the past, instead of the terrible reality of her situation... it sort of worked.     
Azorra- Astrid nodded with some dissapointment that she was not a Viking. What little English she had learned was from another girl from Scotland. Azzora- Astrid was dissapointed that she just could not communicate in either of her original languages... it would have been so much more easier for her. 
She however became a little happier and grew proud when Olwen asked her. "I was given birth to, in Themiscyra, Greece " She smiled, remembering her true culture... that of an Amazon. 

 

Olwen immediately got the impression that her new companion was brought up in an atypical society. The formalities she used and her language was all so very different in comparison to the way most people had grown up, though, Foresta was always an exception to the rules of society.

When Azorra spoke of her birth place she had to run the name of the place through her head multiple times. The city she called home was vaguely familiar but Olwen couldn't quite put her finger on why. She shrugged the momentary brain fart off and finished putting her things away. With a small gesture toward Azorra, she started to walk toward the main building. "Foresta's main building, or if you prefer the term castle, is straight ahead and the campus is all around us, right up until the town area. After a while you should find that it's very easy to find your way around. There are only so many place to go on an island like this." She smiled sweetly as they moved away from the willow tree, following in the tracks she had made on her way to the lovely location.

Deciding that it would be alright to question the girl's history, Olwen looked up to Azorra and spoke kindly, "If you don't mind me asking, what's your backstory?"

She listened to Olwen and nodded in understanding. " Aye, so this whole island is a most great camp. " She nodded and then grew confused and fairly overwhelmed. Things so so so  so different in this era... so much more larger in scale, more complicated, faster, ect.
She froze in concern when the other girl mentioned as town. " A town?... how advanced is the town compared with the likes of Bergen, or Sparta or Athens?. " She asked with some worry in her voice. She hoped it was not a modern styled town, as she simply would not be able to understand, could not understand, the modern world.
She listened to Olwen and smiled warmly. "Know this, Olwen... your location is as amusing and entertaining as you make it be. " Azorra- Astrid smiled widely and nodded.  She then listened to her question, she paused, not knowing howe to say it. She sighed at the great memories of her old life and spoke.  "If you are interested. I was born centuries past, to the Amazon culture. " She spoke, and was proud to be who she was, proud of her Amazonian origin. "I resided my childhood years in Themyscyra, Sparta, Athena, Troy and a few smaller city-states, i was trained in the art of war and battle, and the fine arts of my time. After a fierce battle, betrayed by a respected shaman who cursed me to become dormant for eternity. It was, but centuries late,r that i was lifted of my wreched burden. Upon fining my family, friends, culture and home, long forgotten, i fled north to flee the pain. After months of travel, i took residence near a smaller town, shortly thereafter, becoming a Shield Maiden. " She smiled slightly at the memory.
She then continued after giving Olwen a few seconds to digest the information." Alas, i lived as a Viking for but a few short years. It was at a glorious battle, when again, i was betrayed and smitten yet again. " Azorra- Astrid grew sad and fell silent for almost a minit, being at a loss of words from the painful memory. She however continued, bu with a shaky voice, from the sorrow "Upon being freed from centuries of deep slumber, i awake to the monstrosity that i have been cursed to be currently. I awoke to find my home be long gone and forgotten, yet again... finding myself in a world, witch i am unable comprehend " She spoke with a shaky voice from her emotional pain. She then fell silent.  

   When asked how advanced Foresta was, she feared that there would be no way to really explain without pulling out a laptop and showing her what it was. "I believe out of the three that it is most like Bergen? But probably not how you remember it; our school is mostly kept up to date though the bricks hold quite a bit of history," she replied. Hoping that it would make sense to the ancient lass.

   Olwen instantly regretted having not paid enough attention in history class. All the places Azorra had been to were from text books in some way or another. She listened attentively, trying to think of where each place was and what time period her companion was referring to. There were many things that she said and Olwen could relate to most of it (obviously not the centuries of slumber), though betrayal most of all. Her own heart sank at the memory. 

   The main building grew closer and closer as the tall grass thinned into freshly cut green hairs. "It will be hard to adjust but there's usually someone who's willing to help guide you. We are more advanced in science, math, technology, ways of living, but give it some time and you'll figure it all out eventually," Olwen smiled before quickly adding, "You shouldn't need to worry about finding any witches here, I'm sure their kind are kept off of this island." 

" Bergen. " She said with a pleased nod. "I loved it so... even coming of winters was cold.. and was lucky to set said and travel and explore in the harsh winter. " Azorra-Astrid smiled softly. She took her hammer (that looked nearly totally like The Hammer of Thor, only very slightly smaller.), in her hand and as she walked she showed it to Olwen. "Observe... an enchanted war hammer, it aided me during quite a few of my battles. " She said and placed it back into its place in her thick leather belt. 
" Better in all areas of life it seems. " She said with unease in her tone. She was actually frightened, scared of many aspects of modern tech. She listened to her and nodded. " Aye, i had the... chance to experience unimaginable advancing of your transportation... and of it, some being as loud as thunder. " She shook her head with wide eyes as she still count not belive her eyes. And grew intimidated somewhat just from thinking it over again, after just having flown for the first time. "  And it is a miracle for some, to gain the ability to fly and even hover in but a single place... great birds of metal... incredible and yet... terrifying. " She spoke with a frown. " Aye, this new era holds many secrets and things that frighten me and put my mind to worry and disbelive. " She admitted, handing her head slightly. " But brave this most great of changes, i must, having no other path but ahead. " She smirked, finally looked at the massive mansion. It was like the palaces of the Greek City-States for her, but much better lit and taller... and with more tech all around the Academy and grounds.  


    

A hammer that looked like it belonged in a Marvel comic was shown to her. Olwen looked the weapon up and down curiously, wondering what Azorra would be able to use it for on the school's campus. The likelihood of there ever being a battle on Foresta property seemed very unlikely. 

She mentioned a very loud piece of technology and Olwen nodded her head slowly, recalling that before the woman had run into her, she had heard the whirling blades of a helicopter roaring nearby. She tried to imagine the poor lass riding in that metal monster with no clue what it was. 

Olwen's feet struck the cement path that lead to various parts of the school. She was unsure of where to take the new student. It had been a long time since she had seen newbies but Olwen assumed that it was simply because there was no reason for them to arrive during the summer. Most people had families to visit during that time. Her eyes looked up to the front of the building where massive doors lead into the main hall. Perhaps a staff member is waiting her in the main hall.

"We could go to the front doors, I'm assuming that someone knew you were coming so perhaps they are awaiting your arrival?"

" Not just yet, if i may request. " The Pegasus girl asked, shaking her head gently and motioned to the sides of the Mansion. "I wish to see part of this most illuminated Palace. " She looked at all the lights, and at the size and all of the mansion, tring to process the information.  
" Aye... an Academy instructor knows of my arrival and presents. "  Azorra- Astrid noodded and looked down at Olwen. " I am most hopeful to have my chamber deprived of modern tech... as i would not compihend how such are used. " She said worrying somewhat. 
" What of those? How can torches be so bright and powerful? " She asked pointing to a few lights. As she walked towards the mansion, she gently deveated from a straight path to try and see more of the main building. As she was looking at the size of the Mansion, she wondered how many slaves ran and kept the Academy and grounds clean and safe. "The Academy is most large. Such a grand structure is close to being the size of a City Palace of Greece... Olwen, many a slaves and peasants labor on the grounds and around the Academy? " She asked and was interested.  Azorra-Atrid may have found another place to call a building her home, as she actually lived in the palaces of the different City- State of Greece. She felt a certain happiness being here, at a huge Mansion that reminded her so much of her old life. She smiled warmly.
 

     Azorra continued to amaze her with the many things she had yet to learn about. She pointed out some light bulbs and pondered how torches could be so bright. Olwen choked on air when she mentioned slaves. Regaining her composure, she tried to find a gentle way to explain how owning slaves was illegal now. "We don't have any slaves, only members of staff that are in charge of keeping the place nice and clean."

     Olwen frowned and looked down at her watch, only now realizing the time. The day had quickly passed and the advanced classes she was in had all prescribed her with a nights worth of homework and studying. She felt bad for having to leave the new student but if there was someone waiting for her already, then it would probably be best to part ways soon. 

     Her steps fell heavily upon the cement stairs toward the front doors. She pulled open the doors and held them open for Azorra. An older looking woman was standing off to the side, likely her escort, so she decided it was time. Olwen slowly turned to Azorra and spoke, "I believe it's time we part ways, intense studying calls. I hope you find your transition into this school easy. It was great getting to know you, Azorra. May we meet again soon," she smiled warmly before disappearing down the long hallway. 

-exit Olwen- 

p.s. sorry for posting so late and ending it here, I won't be able to reply after today so I thought it would be best <3